The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ice is breaking. It fractures with a sound like a gunshots. You hear it in your bones. The lake is a sheet of white glass. It is midnight. The cold is a physical weight. It presses against your ribs. You are standing on the ice. Your boots are slick. Your hands are numb. You hold the lantern. The flame flickers. It is the only warm thing here. The only living thing. You are not alone. There...

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