The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink was dry before I knew I had written the lie. I set down the quill. It was a good quill. Goose, I think, or perhaps duck. The nib cut the vellum with a sound like a sigh. Outside, the rain hammered the glass of the study. It was a heavy, cold rain. The kind that smells of wet stone and old leaves. I looked at the letter. It was addressed to the Abbot. My superior. My father, in every way...

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