The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter arrived on a day when the rain fell in sheets so thick they turned the world into a blurred watercolor, the gray sky pressing down on the stone spires of the Abbey of St. Jude. I held the parchment in my hands, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and crushed lavender, a scent that always signaled the presence of the High Council. I am Elias, the last of the Silent Keepers, a title...

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