The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The fever kept taking you back to the same dream, a recurring and suffocating vision of a door that would not open. In the dream, the wood was pale, almost bone-white, and it stood alone in a field of frozen heather. You would press your forehead against it, feeling the cold seep through the grain, but the handle was rusted shut, fused tight by time and silence. You woke in the small hours, the...

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