The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain tasted of iron and ash. It fell in sheets, gray and relentless, against the high, barred windows of the Ward. Elias sat on the cold stone floor, his hands bound in soft leather. They were not chains. They were worse. They were gentle. They were the hands of a nurse, adjusting his cuffs, tucking a blanket around his shoulders with a care that felt like a noose. He was a soldier. Or he...

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