The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The dream began with the sound of rain. It was a heavy, industrial rain, the kind that fell on slate roofs and gutted the iron spires of Manchester in 1892. In the dream, Thomas Ashworth was young. His hands were steady. He held a letter in his left hand, the paper soft as skin, and in his right, a glass of dark whiskey. He was sitting in the study of the Ashworth estate, the air thick with the...

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