The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet slate and the sound of a bell tolling in a church that had no doors. I stood in the nave of this impossible structure, the air thick with the scent of decaying lilies and old paper, and I knew with a certainty that bypassed reason that I was expected. This was the year of the Great Silence, a time when the Guild of Scribes had sealed the...

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