The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

You keep the letter. It is old. The ink is faded, brown as dried blood. You hold it in your left hand. Your right hand holds the quill. The nib scratches the parchment. You do not write. You listen. The hall is cold. The fire in the hearth is low. It pops and hisses. Outside, the wind hits the stone. It sounds like knocking. No one is knocking. You know this. You have lived in this house for...

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