The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The feast was a wound in the dark. Candles guttered. Wine bled. The hall of the Abbey of St. Jude roared with the heat of two hundred bodies. Thomas sat at the high table. He was old. His hands were still. They rested on the oak. They did not shake. Across the aisle, Brother Elias watched. Elias was young. His eyes were wet. He held his cup with both hands. The liquid trembled. It sloshed. It...

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