The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The frost came early that year, biting through the wool of Thomas’s tunic and settling in the marrow of his bones. He sat by the hearth in the small stone cottage at the edge of the village, his hands wrapped around a clay bowl. The bowl was warm. It held a paste of dried herbs and rendered fat, a mixture his sister, Elara, had prepared for him before she left. She had called it a salve for the...

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