The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink was wet. It smelled of iron and rain. Elara sat in the high-backed chair of the Obsidian Hall, the air thick with the scent of burnt sugar and ozone. Around her, the circle of elders in their grey robes chanted in a language that sounded like grinding stones. She did not speak. She could not. The silence in her throat was a physical weight, a stone swallowed whole. Her husband, Julian,...

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