The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink in the well was not black, but a deep, bruised violet that smelled of wet slate and old iron. Silas Vane sat on the edge of the stone basin, his legs dangling over the precipice of the abyss, watching the surface ripple with a stillness that felt less like water and more like solidified time. He was a man of the craft, a binder of souls to their mortal shells, a profession that had once...

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