The Pale Protocol
The rain had been falling for three days before the letter arrived, a thin slip of parchment that smelled of wet earth and rot. It was not sealed with wax, but with a knot of dried moss, and when Elara unwrapped it in the high tower of the Obsidian Palace, she felt the dampness seep into her skin like a cold hand. She did not read the words immediately. Instead, she looked out the narrow slit...
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