The Pale Protocol
"Did you hear the bell? It rang three times, Elara. Three times before the sun broke the mist. Do you think it was a sign, or just the wind getting into the loose hinges again?" Mara stood by the window of the great hall, her hands gripping the stone sill until her knuckles turned white. The stone was cold, biting into her skin, a sharp contrast to the fever that had been building in her chest...
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