The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The mud outside the city of Aethelgard was not merely wet but a thick, sucking slurry that seemed to possess a malevolent intent, grabbing at Elias’s boots and pulling him down toward the earth as he hurried along the muddy outskirts, his breath coming in sharp, white plumes that dissipated instantly into the gray, suffocating mist that hung low over the medieval streets. He was thirty years...

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