The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter arrived on a morning when the mist clung to the cobblestones of the old quarter, thick and grey as the wool of a dead sheep, and I held it in my hands as if it were a live bird, beating against the paper with a rhythm that matched the frantic, terrified pulse in my own throat. I am writing this not to the court, nor to the magister who commands the gates of our walled city, but to...

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