The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink bled into the cotton rag, a slow, dark seep that mirrored the grey water of the Thames outside the high, barred windows of the Magistrate’s office, where I sat, not as a guest, but as a specimen under glass, waiting for the verdict that had already been rendered in the silent, rustling air of the institution that had swallowed my name whole. I was Margaret, though the letter before me...

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