The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The firelight catches the jagged edge of the bone. It is a femur. Your femur. You are holding it in your lap, and the marrow is dry, a white dust that tastes of iron on your tongue. The hall is thick with the smoke of peat and the sweat of men who have eaten too much venison. You are the Bone-Speaker. You are the one who listens to the dead. And tonight, they are listening to you. "You have...

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