The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink had not yet dried on the parchment when the first knock came, a sound like a knuckle rapping against a hollow chest. Julian stood by the window of the guard tower, the stone cold against his palms, watching the fog roll off the lake in thick, grey sheets that swallowed the world whole. He was a man of the Order, a scribe turned sentinel, and for twelve years he had kept the silence that...

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