The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The frost bit the glass. It spread in ferns of white. Maren watched the ice. She was cold. Her breath fogged the pane. The town slept below. Silent. Still. She held the letter. The paper was thin. It trembled in her hand. The words were clear. They were cruel. They were true. She had to sign. Or be expelled. The protocol demanded it. Compliance was law. Defiance was death. Maren set the pen...

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