The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink is wet. It dries like a wound. You are writing this from the high tower of the Keep, the place where the air tastes of dust and old blood. Below, the courtyard is empty. The guards have gone to their beds. The moon hangs low and pale, a broken coin on the horizon. You look at your hands. They are steady. They have always been steady. This is what they taught you in the lower halls....

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