The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tight against the stone face of the keep. Inside the chamber, the air tasted of wet wool and old iron. Elias Vance stood with his back to the wall, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts that fogged in the cold air. He was not alone. To his left, leaning against a pillar of carved oak, stood his squire, Thomas. Thomas looked...

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