The Pale Protocol
The letter lay on the cold stone table, the ink still wet. It was a simple document, a protocol for the extraction of the White Lotus from the deep trenches of the Old Kingdom. Elias read it three times. He knew the words. He knew the weight of the silence that followed them. He was a man of the border, a translator of tongues, a keeper of the space between the living and the dead. But this was...
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