The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The dream came first. It always did. Elias lay in the narrow bed. The wood creaked. He saw his hand. It was white. Not pale. White like bone. Like chalk. He tried to move it. It did not move. He looked closer. The fingers were fused. The nails were black. He felt no pain. He felt only cold. He woke with a gasp. The room was dark. The air was thick. He sat up. He rubbed his face. The skin was...

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