The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink on the page was still wet, a dark mirror reflecting a face that was no longer quite hers. Eleanor sat in the high-backed chair in the study, the gaslight hissing softly in the corner, casting long, trembling shadows against the walls of the library. Outside, the city of London roared with the unseen machinery of industry, the clatter of carriages and the distant, rhythmic thrum of steam...

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