The Pale Protocol
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, tucked beneath a stack of invoices from the linen supplier, its envelope unsealed, the paper inside soft and damp as if it had been kept in a mouth. Eleanor Whitmore did not read it immediately. She was in the middle of calibrating the humidity sensors in the East Wing, a task that required a stillness of mind she could not spare to a piece of correspondence...
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