The Pale Protocol
The hand is a map of red lines. He sees it in the dream. The skin is pale. The veins are dark. They look like rivers under ice. He is a knight. He wears the armor. It is heavy. It is cold. He holds the hand. It is his own. He wakes. The room is stone. The air smells of damp earth. And old blood. Thomas sits up. His head hurts. A dull ache. Like a stone in the brain. He looks at his left hand....
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