The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink is wet. It dries before I can blot it. The parchment is old, yellowed at the edges like a dried leaf. I sit in my cell. The walls are stone. Cold. I am not a man. Or I am no longer a man. This is the first thing you must understand. I am a boundary. A line drawn in the dark. My name is Elias. Or it was. Now I am only the Keeper. I hold the seal. The seal is a door. It is also a wall. It...

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