The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The cellar smelled of wet stone and iron. Maren knelt. Her knees pressed into the cold flagstones. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of crushed mint and blood. She breathed it in. It tasted like copper. It tasted like home. The table was set. A long table of oak, scarred by centuries of use. On it lay the offering. A bowl of porridge, thick and gray, steaming in the chill. A loaf of...

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