The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

I dreamt of the seal again. It was a small thing, a square of lead, no larger than a thumbprint. It sat in the palm of my hand, cold and heavy, etched with a symbol that looked like a cross bisected by a single, jagged line. In the dream, the air was thick with the smell of sulfur and old paper. I could not move. I could not breathe. I could only hold the seal, feeling its edges cut into the...

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