The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The carriage wheels bit into the mud of the King’s Highway, shaking the bones of Elias Thorne until his teeth chattered in rhythm with the jolts. It was the autumn of the Year of the Silver Moon, a time when the air turned crisp and the leaves of the ancient oaks shed their gold to feed the cold earth. Elias sat in the corner of the hired coach, a leather-bound journal clutched to his chest...

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