The Pale Protocol
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the envelope thick and cream-colored, smelling faintly of damp wool and old paper. It was not addressed to anyone in the household, but simply to the House, as if the building itself were a person who had been waiting for correspondence for decades. Elias stood by the window, his hand resting on the cold glass, watching the sleet drive horizontally across the...
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