The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The stone of the scriptorium did not breathe, yet it felt alive in the way that only ancient, cold things can, holding the weight of centuries in its porous grey skin. I sat in the corner, my back against the rough-hewn wall, the smell of damp earth and old vellum thick in the air, a scent that had long since permeated the very weave of my clothing and the fibers of my hair. Outside, the rain...

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