The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The mud was deep. It sucked at my boots with a wet, greedy sound. I pulled free one foot, then the other. My breath came in short, sharp gasps. Cold air bit my lungs. It was a cold that went to the bone. I looked up. The sky was grey. No sun. No birds. Just the grey expanse and the smell of rotting leaves. I was walking toward the house. It sat on the hill. White paint peeling. Windows dark....

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