The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink is still wet on the parchment, a dark and viscous tear that stains the rough fibers of the vellum, and I can feel the cold seep of the winter night through the oak shutters of my cell, a chill that has long since moved past the skin to lodge itself deep within the marrow of my bones, a physical weight that mirrors the crushing, absolute silence of the order that has condemned me, for I...

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