The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The frost broke the glass. You remember the sound. A sharp crack. Like a bone snapping. The ice had grown thick over the night. It pressed against the pane of the high window in the council chamber. You were alone. The others were asleep in the dormitories. You held the ice. It was cold. It bit into your fingers. You did not drop it. You held it tight. You felt the sharp edges cut the skin. You...

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