The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The sap is black. It is wet. It stains the leather of my boots as I step over the threshold of the forest, the first of the many lies I am about to carry. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a border warden, and I hold the sealed cylinder of the Pale Protocol in my left hand. My duty is simple. Deliver it to the High Court before the winter solstice. The rule is simple. The trees bleed when a lie...

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