The Pale Protocol
The letter is yellowed. The ink is brown. It smells of damp wool and old ash. Wren writes from the Tower. The year is 1340. The air is thin. The light is gray. He is twelve. He is small. His hands shake. The quill scratches. The paper tears. He stops. He breathes. He starts again. He writes to his brother, Cael. Cael is in the outer yard. Cael is safe. Cael is far. Wren is in the Hall of...
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