The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter arrived on a Tuesday. It was stained with mud. And blood. Brother Elias read it in the infirmary. The walls were stone. Cold. Thick. They held the winter out. Or did they? The wind howled. It sounded like a scream. It sounded like a name. He folded the paper. He put it in his pocket. He did not burn it. Not yet. The infirmary was a place of small mercies. And large silences. Elias...

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