The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink is wet. It has been wet for three days. You hold the quill. The tip is frayed, a splinter of goose feather that has lost its rigour. It is a path of sorts, this quill. A thin, dark line leading from your hand to the parchment. You are in the scriptorium. The air smells of oakum and stale candle wax. Outside, the bells of St. Jude toll the hour. They do not ring for the living. They ring...

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