The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a gray and relentless curtain that turned the cobblestones of St. Jude’s into a slick, treacherous mosaic of stone and mud, and within the damp, wool-heavy air of the watchhouse, the smell of wet dog and old candle wax hung thick, choking the lungs of the night watchman, Elias Thorne, who sat with his back against the cold stone and his eyes fixed...

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