The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The air in the Antechamber of the Sovereign’s Office tasted of ozone and old paper, a dry, electric sharpness that coated the back of my throat. I stood rigid, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the heavy wool of my coat pull at my shoulders. It was a heavy coat, charcoal grey, cut from a fabric so dense it felt less like clothing and more like a second skin, a shell designed to hold in...

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