The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ice breaks. Not shatters. Not cracks. It breaks. You hear it from the other side of the dream. A dull, wet crunch. Like a bone snapping in a thick coat. You are standing in a field of white. The sky is gray. The air is thin. You are holding a rifle. The stock is cold against your cheek. You do not remember loading it. You do not remember why you are here. You wake up. The ceiling is...

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