The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

You write this by candlelight. The wax pools on the saucer. It smells of tallow and old smoke. You are in the tower room. The stone is cold against your back. You press your spine into the draft. It bites. You do not shiver. You have forgotten how. The letter is unfinished. The ink is black. It dries slow in the dry air. You hold the quill. Your hand is steady. It is not your own hand anymore....

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