The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink is still wet, and the smell of it is sharp, a scent like crushed mint and old blood that clings to the knuckles of the hand that holds the quill. You sit in the high tower of the Citadel of St. Jude, the stone beneath you cold enough to seep through the wool of your doublet, and you write to a father who has been dead for twenty years. You are the Master Mason, the keeper of the lines,...

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