The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The clay jar sat on the workbench, its mouth sealed with wax that had turned the color of old bone. It was the only object in the workshop that did not smell of damp wool or tallow. It smelled of nothing. Or rather, it smelled of a silence so profound it had a weight, a specific, crushing density that Elias felt in his teeth. He was a man of sixty winters, his hands mapped with the white scars...

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