The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, industrial drumming that turned the cobblestones of the lower district into a slick, black mirror reflecting the soot-stained gas lamps of the night watch, and you stood in the doorway of the boarding house, your coat soaked through to the skin, holding the small, brass-bound ledger in your hands with a grip so tight your knuckles had gone...

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