The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink had not yet dried on the ledger when the smell of ozone and rotting lilies crept through the double-locked oak doors of the War Room, a scent that did not belong to the damp Scottish stone of the Highlands but seemed to emanate from the very marrow of the earth itself. Captain Elias Thorne sat hunched over the map table, his fingers stained black with the soot of a thousand extinguished...

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