The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The wind took the candles. Again. I held the glass. I held it tight. My knuckles white. The flame danced. It did not go out. Not this time. "You are wasting the oil, Elara." I looked up. Thomas stood in the doorway. He wore his work coat. It was stained with earth. His hands were red. He looked at me. He looked at the candle. He looked at me again. "It is not oil," I said. "It is light." "It is...

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