The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink is dry. Your hands are steady. They have always been steady, a trait you inherited from your father, the clockmaker, though he is long dead and his workshop is a ruin of rust and silence. You sit in the high tower, the wind whistling through the cracks in the stone. It is a sound like a bone breaking. Below, the feast continues. You can hear the crash of plates, the roar of laughter,...

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