The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The dream was not of the castle, though the castle loomed in the periphery like a jagged tooth biting into the grey sky, but of the bowl, the deep, glazed ceramic bowl that sat upon the high table in the Hall of Whispers, filled with a thick, pale broth that smelled of thyme and old iron, and in the dream, Julian was not the scribe, not the man who had crossed the sea to serve the Count, but...

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