The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The wet asphalt sucked at my boots as I drove Julian Vane into the brick wall, the impact a dull, sickening thud that traveled up my shins and into my teeth. He was thrashing, his silk shirt torn, his face a mask of shock and rage, shouting something about his father’s name, but I had my knee on his back and my forearm across his throat, the pressure calibrated to the exact point where...

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