The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The feast was a grotesque parody of joy, a sprawl of roasted boar and spun sugar that seemed to mock the gray, rotting sky pressing down on the keep. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the edge of the long oak table, his armor polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the flickering candlelight in jagged shards. He did not eat. He watched. The air was thick with the smell of roasting meat and the heavier,...

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