The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The feast was loud. Too loud. You sat at the edge of the table. Your hands were shaking. You hid them under the tablecloth. The cloth was white. It smelled of rosewater and old stone. Around you, they ate. They laughed. The laughter sounded like breaking glass. You looked at your hands again. They were pale. Too pale. "Look at him," whispered a voice next to you. "The boy with the dead hands."...

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