The Pale Protocol
The ledger on the table listed forty-three days of travel, twelve pounds of dried meat, and one sealed decree bearing the Duke of Valois’s wax seal. Elias Thorne counted the coins in his pouch, twelve silver marks, enough to buy bread in the lowlands but not enough to bribe the gatekeepers of the high passes. His hands, cracked and bleeding from the cold, trembled as he rolled the parchment,...
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