The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink smudged on my left thumb as I dried the final page. The rain had stopped, leaving the air in Harrowgate thick with the scent of wet stone and decay. I sat in the study, the room I had claimed as mine after Father’s death, and listened to the house settle. It groaned like an old man shifting in bed. Outside, the fog was rolling in from the moors, erasing the boundary between the village...

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