The Pale Protocol
The ink was still wet on the ledger when the first stone struck the glass, shattering the pane with a sound that was less like a crack and more like a bone breaking under the pressure of a heavy boot, and Elias Thorne did not look up from the column of figures he was balancing, for he knew that the stone was merely the prelude to the voice, the voice that would call his name with the specific,...
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