The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter was sealed with wax the color of dried blood. Thomas read it in the cold. The iron walls of the mine held the chill like a lung holds air. He was deep. So deep that the sky was a myth. A rumor. He broke the seal. The ink was fresh. It smelled of iron. It smelled of his own mouth. Who had sent this? There was no signature. Just the words. *You are not the first. You will not be the...

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