The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

You wake in the mud. The rain is cold. It soaks into your wool coat. It soaks into your bones. You are in the fen. The reeds are tall. They whisper. You are here because of the letter. You wrote it three days ago. You burned it. Or so you thought. The ash is in your pocket. It clings to your thigh. You are Thomas Bradshaw. You are a clerk. You are no one. You walk. The path is narrow. The water...

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