The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink was still wet when the carriage jolted, and the letter bled a dark, bruised streak across the parchment. Elias Thorne sat in the back of the royal mail coach, his knees pressed against his chest, the leather strap of his satchel cutting a white line into his wrist. Outside, the fog rolled off the Thames like a grey shroud, swallowing the gas lamps one by one. He was a man of ledgers and...

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