The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of London into a watercolor of smog and slate. I sat in my small, rented room in Shoreditch, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of old copper, and I held the mirror in my hands. It was not a large thing, no larger than a deck of cards, but it was heavy, as if the glass were...

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