The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter was sealed with black wax. It smelled of damp earth and iron. Margaret sat in the high chair of the Whitehall, her hands trembling on the mahogany. The wood was cold. It bit into her palms. She did not move. She could not. The room was empty. The staff had been dismissed. The door was locked. The key was in her pocket. She knew this. She knew everything. And yet, the truth felt like...

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