The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The feast was loud. The Great Hall smelled of roasted venison and stale ale, a thick, cloying air that hung over the tables of the Blackwood estate. Thomas sat at the lower end, his hands folded, watching his father. Lord Blackwood did not smile. He rarely did. The man moved through the room like a shadow, checking the service, noting the silence of the servants, his eyes cold and assessing....

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