The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain hammered the corrugated tin roof of the safehouse in Malá Strana with a rhythmic, violent insistence, a sound that had long since ceased to be weather and become a kind of auditory assault. Elias Thorne sat at the warped wooden table, his fingers trembling as he held the letter that had arrived an hour ago, sealed with black wax that smelled faintly of ozone. He was thirty-two years...

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