The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter smelled of iron and damp wool. Thomas Ashworth held the envelope in his gloved hands. The paper was brittle. Yellowed at the edges. A single sprig of dried lavender lay inside. It had shattered against the glass vial. The petals were dust. He shook the vial. The dust swirled. It settled. He was a constable. Or he had been. Now he was a man on a train. The carriage shook. The rain...

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