The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The house breathed. It was a slow, wet sound. Like a lung filling with cold water. Elias sat on the edge of the bed. His hands were shaking. He looked at them. The knuckles were white. The skin was tight over the bones. He had been dreaming of the door again. The heavy oak door in the cellar. It was painted black. The paint was peeling. It looked like dead skin. In the dream, the door was...

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