The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The bell tolled for the third time. It was a heavy, iron sound that seemed to crack the air above the village of Oakhaven. The mist hung low, clinging to the cobblestones like wet wool. Elias Thorne stood at the gate. His uniform was clean. The wool had been washed that morning. It smelled of lye and cold water. He held his ledger. The pages were white. They were blank. He had served the...

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