The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

He woke with the scent of wet earth and iron in his nose. It was a smell that belonged to the garden, or perhaps to the mine, but here, in the stifling heat of the workshop, it felt like an intrusion. The air was thick with the dust of ground bark and the sharp, metallic tang of the new alloy. Thomas Bradshaw lay on the workbench, his face buried in a bundle of raw flax, dreaming of roots that...

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