The Pale Protocol
The letter was found tucked inside the lining of a heavy wool coat, the ink faded to a ghostly violet, the paper brittle as dried leaf. It was dated the fourth of November, in a year that no longer appeared on the calendar, though the air in the city still tasted of coal smoke and wet stone. "Will you come to the wall?" the first line read, the handwriting jagged, as if the pen had been dragged...
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