The Pale Protocol
The letter lay on the desk. It was a single sheet of heavy, cream-colored paper. The ink was black. It was fresh. Thomas read it twice. His hands did not shake. He was a man of iron. He had held the line at the barricades. He had seen men fall in the mud. He did not tremble now. The words were simple. *You are dismissed. Your knowledge is a liability. Leave the city. Do not speak of what you...
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