The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, steady sheet that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into dark, slick mirrors. I sat in the corner of the high vaulted hall, my hands folded in my lap, watching the water bead on the floor. It was quiet here, a silence so heavy it pressed against my eardrums, broken only by the distant, rhythmic dripping from the eaves. I am a prisoner of...

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