The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ash on the floor of the tower room was not grey, but a pale, bruised purple, settling in a thick layer over the stone. I swept it with a broom made of dried heather, the bristles scratching against the ancient flagstones. It was the only sound in the keep, a rhythmic, dry whisper that seemed to answer itself in the high, thin air. Below, the valley lay shrouded in a mist that smelled of wet...

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