The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain has stopped, but the air remains heavy with the scent of wet iron and crushed thyme. You sit on the cold stone floor of the archive, your back against the wall, watching the single wick of the oil lamp flicker in the draft. It is late, or perhaps it is early; time has lost its shape here, in the deep cellar beneath the Hall of Records. You are a keeper of the seal, a soldier of the...

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