The Pale Protocol
The letter lay upon the mahogany desk, its edges soft with the wear of many hands that had passed it through the silent corridors of the court, yet it remained unopened, a sealed testament to a truth that Elara Vane had spent three decades refusing to see. She sat in the high-backed chair that had once belonged to her father, the air around her thick with the scent of old paper and the faint,...
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