The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

I kept a ledger. Not for money, but for boundaries. The page was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of dried lavender. I wrote in small, precise loops. Each entry marked a line I refused to cross. A promise to my mother. A debt to a friend. The edge of my own sanity. I was a man of craft. I built bridges. Not of steel or stone, but of trust. I wove connections between people who had...

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