The Pale Protocol
The shadows in the library had begun to peel themselves from the walls before I finished the entry. I watched the darkness detach from the corner where the grandfather clock stood, stretching like taffy toward the center of the room, and I felt a cold prickle at the base of my skull that was not fear, but a kind of professional curiosity. It was November, 1402, and the air in the Thorne estate...
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