The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The quill felt heavier than the oak staff of the Abbot’s crozier, yet it was the only thing in my hand that moved with a life of its own. I held it over the vellum, the tip trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, viscous resistance of the ink. It was the fourteenth of November, 1342, and the bells of St. Mary’s had long since ceased their nightly tolling, leaving the scriptorium in a...

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