The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The frost did not fall. It erupted. Elara stood on the parapet of the citadel, her fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a sword that felt too heavy for her thin wrists. The sky above the city of Aethelgard was a bruised purple, swollen with a silence that hurt the ears. Below, in the moat, the water had turned to glass. Not ice. Glass. It reflected the dying stars with a clarity that was...

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