The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink dries. It always dries. I press the nib into the parchment. The scratch is loud in the silence of the scriptorium. Outside, the rain hits the stone walls. It sounds like tapping fingers. Impatient fingers. My hand shakes. Not from cold. The cellar is warm enough. It is from the weight of the letters I have copied. Every word is a chain. Every chain is a lock. Brother Thomas watches me...

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