The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink is dry. My hands are not. I sit in the antechamber of the Grand Court. The air smells of wet stone and old fear. Outside, the rain hammers the leaded glass. It sounds like fingers tapping. It sounds like a countdown. I am not a hero. I am not a king. I am a scribe. I am the shadow that holds the pen. My name is Julian. I was born in the lowlands, where the mud is thick and the names are...

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