The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The porcelain shattered not with a bang, but with a sigh, a sound like dry leaves scraping against a windowpane. It was the sound of a soul being pulled loose from its body, and Margaret knew it before she opened her eyes. She lay in the narrow bed in the guest room, the sheets damp with a sweat that smelled of lavender and rot. Outside, the rain lashed against the glass of Ashworth Hall,...

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