The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter sat on the table, the ink still wet, a dark bruise against the pale parchment. "Stop," Margaret wrote. "You are burning the house down to keep the cold out. You are killing the house to save the heat. I am your daughter. I am the cold. I am the heat. I am the wall between them. Stop." She did not sign it. She did not need to. The words were her breath, her blood, the very marrow of...

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