The Pale Protocol
The iron bit was bloody in his mouth and the world was nothing but the thunder of hooves and the screaming of the wind that tore at the heavy wool of his cloak as he rode blindly through the pine forest, the darkness so absolute it felt like a solid wall pressing against his eyes while the jagged teeth of the night gnawed at the edges of his consciousness and he could not tell if the branch...
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