The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

12th of October, 1842 The grain is white. It is the only white thing left in this valley. I have counted the sacks. There are enough to feed the town through the winter, but the Crown’s ledger will not balance until I sign the final certification. My hand trembles as I hold the quill. The ink is black, but the paper feels cold, like skin. I am Thomas Bradshaw, magistrate of the border. I have...

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