The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

14 November 1342. The feast hall was loud tonight, a cacophony of clattering steel and shouting men that vibrated in my teeth. I sat at the lower table, my sword resting against my knee, watching the candlelight flicker against the stone. The Lord raised his goblet, his face a mask of benevolence that I no longer trusted. I wanted only to survive until the winter solstice, to keep my oath and...

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