The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink was dry. The seal was red. It broke under his thumb. He was cold. The ship groaned. It was a wooden thing. Old. Built for a sea that did not exist. They called it the *Sovereign’s Rest*. It drifted in a fog so thick it had weight. It pressed against the hull like a living hand. Captain Elias Thorne sat in his cabin. He was a soldier. He wore his uniform like a shroud. The brass buttons...

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