The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter was sealed with a wax stamp that looked like a cracked eye. I held it in my hand, the paper thin and trembling like a moth wing, while the rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the penthouse suite. It was November in London, a month when the light dies at four in the afternoon and the city turns into a gray, wet bruise. I was twelve years old, or perhaps thirteen. Time...

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