The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The stone wept. It was a cold, mineral dampness that seeped into the joints of Captain Elias Thorne, turning the air in the cell into a thick, suffocating paste. He gripped the rusted iron key, the metal biting into his palm, his knuckles white against the dark. The gate would open at dawn. He had to be ready. He had to save her. The silence of the fortress was not empty; it was a weight, a...

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