The Pale Protocol
The rain hits the cobblestones. It is a cold rain. It bites. You are on the wall. The stone is wet. Your hands are slick. You grip the edge. The city sleeps below. It is a deep sleep. A heavy sleep. You watch the street. You watch the shadows. You are the Watcher. You are the Shield. You are the wall. The mark is in your head. A brand. A seal. It burns. It is a symbol of duty. It is a symbol of...
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