The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The first of the Frost Month. My dearest Mara, I write this by the light of a tallow candle that sputters and dies, much like my hope for the chair. The fog has thickened again this morning, pressing against the leaded glass of my study until the world outside is nothing but a grey smear. It is not merely weather; you know this, as I know it. It eats. It takes the names of things, the faces of...

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