The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink is dry. The paper smells of wet stone and iron. I write this by the light of a single tallow stub, the wax sputtering as if it, too, is dying. My hand shakes. Not from cold, though the air in the Keep is thin and sharp. It shakes from the weight of what I have done, and what I have lost. You will read this, Master Aldric. You will expect a report. You will expect the name of the thief....

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