The Pale Protocol
You will find him at the lake, or he will find you, one of those two things must happen before the sun sets on this frozen ridge, and I have walked for three days to ensure it is the former. My boots are heavy with ice that has fused to the leather, a cold weight that pulls at my ankles with every step, and the air is so thin and sharp it feels like breathing in shards of glass, yet the only...
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