The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink was still wet when the first letter arrived. It lay on the table of the waystation, a sliver of white paper in a world of mud and stone. Marguerite did not pick it up. She watched it sit there, untouched by the draft that swept through the arched window. Outside, the rain hammered the cobblestones. The year was one thousand three hundred and forty-two, though the calendar had lost its...

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