The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a grey, persistent sheet against the windows of the outpost, blurring the city into a watercolor of slate and ash. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and old paper. Captain Elias Thorne sat at his desk, his hands resting on a leather-bound journal. The leather was worn thin, the edges soft from years of handling. It was not his. It belonged...

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