The Pale Protocol
The ledger on the desk held forty-two entries for the week, each line a small, precise record of coal delivered to the northern districts. Arthur Vane counted them twice, his finger tracing the ink until the paper felt worn thin, before he stopped to check the temperature of the object on his shelf. It was a porcelain bowl, cracked down the center like a river frozen in mid-flow. He had bought...
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