The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink is still wet when the Abbot enters. I do not look up. I am writing the date, the year of our Lord 1142, and the state of the fever that has consumed my father for nine days. He lies in the infirmary, his skin as pale as the orchid I keep hidden in the hollow of my writing desk. The plant is a miracle, a pale ghost of a flower that Brother Anselm once swore could break the heat in the...

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