The Pale Protocol
The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its seal broken, the paper stiff with the cold that had settled into the archives since the heating system failed. Elara Vance read the lines twice, her eyes tracking the dry, bureaucratic script of the Duke’s secretary, before she picked up her pen to draft a reply. She needed to secure the permanent seal on the estate records before the winter solstice, a...
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