The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink on the page is still wet when you begin to write, a dark, viscous smear that blurs the edge of the word *love* you have just inscribed. You are sitting at the heavy oak desk in the library of the old manor, the room thick with the scent of dried lavender and decaying paper, the air still and heavy as a held breath. Outside, the rain lashes against the leaded glass, a relentless,...

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