The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink dried on the parchment. It did not dry like water. It dried like blood. It dried like ash. Commander Elias Thorne held the quill. His hand trembled. The quill was a bone. A raven’s feather. It had been there for three days. He had not slept. The hall was cold. The stone bit into his back. He was a soldier. He was a prisoner. He was a scribe. The King’s order was clear. Write the name....

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