The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the day the mist clings to the valley floor like a shroud woven from the breath of dying stars, and it bore no return address, only a seal of wax the color of dried blood that pressed itself into the heavy parchment with an insistence that felt less like ink and more like a wound. Margot sat in the high chair of her study, the wood cold against her spine, and...

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