The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The bone snapped with a sound like a dry twig breaking under a heavy boot, and I watched the white marrow slide out into the mud of the trench, slick and cold as a river stone. My brother, Julian, did not scream. He simply looked at me with eyes that were already clouding over, his hands still clutching the hilt of the sword that had been meant to kill me, now useless in his grip. The rain had...

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