The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The house did not smell of dust, as one might expect of a place where time has pooled and stagnated. It smelled of lavender and cold iron, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad taste. It was the smell of preservation, of things kept alive by force rather than by nature. Thomas stood in the center of the Grand Hall, his small hands pressed against the glass of the display cases...

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