The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

Osk moved like a body waking from a fever, the elms snapping under the weight of the ice storm that had felled them overnight, the bells marking a shift nobody worked ringing hollow across the archipelago. I stood in the doorway of my master’s office, the silver cufflinks biting into my wrists, feeling the cold metal settle into my skin with a promise I did not want to keep. The town was...

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