The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windowpane of your cell, blurring the world beyond into a smear of mud and stone. You are still in the uniform, the wool soaked through to the skin, heavy and cold, smelling of wet dog and iron. It is the night of the third day. The village of Oakhaven, a place of ancient oaks and older grudges, sleeps under a...

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