The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The paper smelled of stale tobacco and the sharp, chemical bite of iron-gall ink. It was a simple slip, no larger than a playing card, resting on the blotter of my desk in the third-floor office of Halloway & Sons, Industrial Supply. I stared at the figure at the bottom: a discrepancy of four shillings and two pence in the ledger for the quarter ending October. My finger, stained yellow from...

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