The Pale Protocol
14 October, 1342 The bone broke with a sound like a dry branch snapping underfoot, a sharp, wet crack that I felt travel up my shoulder and into my teeth, and for a moment the world went white and silent before the pain returned, a hot, blinding wave that made me gasp for air that would not come. Father stood over me, his face a mask of cold, bureaucratic fury, his hand still raised as if he...
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