The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain in London did not fall so much as it insisted, a persistent, grey drizzle that turned the cobblestones of Whitechapel into a slick, mirror-like expanse. Arthur Penhaligon stood before the great bronze door of the Municipal Archives, his breath pluming in the thin November air. He was a man of middling years, with hands that trembled slightly when he was not holding a pen, and eyes that...

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