The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The tallow candles burned low, their smoke mixing with the heavy scent of roasted swan and spilled wine in the Great Hall. I stood at the edge of the dais, my hand resting on the pommel of my sword, watching Lord Vane raise a goblet of claret to the King’s health. The hall was a sea of velvet and gold, a spectacle of wealth that felt obscene against the grim reality of the debt that had driven...

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