The Pale Protocol
1904. The coal gas hissed. It was a thin, high sound. Like a scream. Held back. Margaret stood by the window. The glass was cold. Her breath fogged it. She wiped it away. A smudge. A ghost. She looked at the desk. The leather case sat there. Black. Soft. Silent. It had been there for ten years. Since her father died. Since the fever took him. The house was quiet now. Too quiet. The clocks...
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