The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink is dry. The candle is low. I am writing this to you, my love, my ruin, my keeper. You are sleeping. I can hear the rhythm of your breath, a shallow pull, a release, a pull. It is the only sound in the room. The wind outside is not a wind. It is a voice. It speaks in the old tongue, the one that died with the last of the elders, but I understand it. I have always understood it. That is...

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