The Pale Protocol
The letter lay upon the obsidian table, its seal of red wax cracked not by age, but by the sudden, violent heat of the hearth that had just been extinguished. It was a document of the court, written in the stiff, archaic hand of the High Steward, but the ink had bled slightly where the parchment had touched the damp stone of the tower room. It read: *By order of the King, the accused is to be...
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