The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The parchment was damp, the ink bleeding into the weave like a wound that would not close. Sir Edric wrote by the light of a tallow candle that sputtered and died, leaving him in a darkness that felt less like absence and more like presence. He pressed his quill to the page, the feather heavy, the nib sharp. His hands, once capable of drawing a sword with such fluid grace that the blade seemed...

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