The Pale Protocol
The ink on the letter is fading. You know this because you have watched it happen for three days. It was black when you received it. Now it is the color of dried blood. Then rust. Then nothing. You hold the parchment in your hands, the paper brittle as a dead leaf, and you feel the words slipping away from you like sand through fingers. This is the curse. You did not choose it. But you carry it...
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