The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink on the parchment is still wet, a dark mirror reflecting a face I no longer recognize. I write this to you, my beloved Eleanor, from the cell that has become my world, a place where the air tastes of damp stone and old dust, and where the only light comes from the pale, spectral glow of the root I hold in my trembling hands. It is a strange thing to be a prisoner of knowledge, especially...

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