The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The river did not freeze that winter, but the mist that rose from it was so thick and cold it felt like a solid thing pressing against the windows of the tannery. Elara Vane stood at the edge of the yard, her hands wrapped in leather gloves that had long since lost their yellow hue, turning grey with the dust of the hides she processed. She was a woman of the craft, of the smell of lye and rot,...

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