The Pale Protocol
The letter lay upon the mahogany desk of Inspector Silas Thorne, a stark rectangle of cream paper that seemed to absorb the dim, amber light of the institutional corridor rather than reflect it, a physical manifestation of the silence that had settled over the Bureau of Internal Affairs like a heavy, wet snow. Silas sat in his high-backed chair, the leather creaking softly under the weight of...
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