The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter is in your hand. It is thin. It smells of dust and dried lavender. You are standing at the edge of the cliff. The wind pulls at your coat. You do not let go. Eleanor. We are leaving. Do not wait. Do not look for the white heron. It is not there. It never was. I am sorry. I am sorry I made you believe you were the keeper of the silence. I am sorry I made you think the years would stop...

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