The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink is wet, and the candle gutters in the draft that seeps through the stone, a cold breath that smells of damp earth and old bone. You are writing to me, or perhaps to yourself, though the distinction has blurred in the weeks since you crossed the Threshold. The parchment is coarse, the texture rough against your fingertips, a tactile reminder of the physical world you are rapidly losing....

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