The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink was black. It was not blue. It was not grey. It was the color of dried blood. It was the color of the earth. It was the color of hunger. Margaret sat at the desk. The desk was wood. It was rough. It was cold. She held the quill. Her hand shook. It was not from fear. It was from cold. The fire had died. The wind screamed outside. The village slept. Or pretended to. The parchment lay...

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