The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

It was a letter. No, not a letter. A directive. The ink was dry. The paper was heavy. Edward held it in his left hand. His right hand trembled. He stood in the center of the Hall of Records. The floor was cold. The air smelled of dust and iron. Outside, the city roared. Steam engines. Trams. Smoke. Inside, silence. Only the tick of the clock. Tick. Tick. Tick. "Read it," said Mr. Blackwood....

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