The Pale Protocol
The letter arrived on a morning when the mist clung to the valley floor so thickly that the spires of the abbey seemed to float in a sea of grey wool, and I, the inquisitor appointed by the distant Crown to untangle the knot of heresy that had strangled this community, found myself standing before the locked door of the scriptorium, my fingers trembling not from the cold but from the terrible,...
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