The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink bled into the parchment, a dark tide spreading across the cream surface. My hand trembled. It had always trembled since the first day I took the oath. I held the quill with the white knuckles of a man gripping a rail on a storm-tossed ship. The air in the citadel was thick, smelling of wet stone and old blood. I am Sir Elias Thorne. I am the Warden of the North Gate. And I am afraid. I...

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