The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The quill slipped in Thomas’s ink-stained fingers, leaving a jagged, black tear across the parchment as he tried to steady his hand, the cold biting into his knuckles until the joint ached with a dull, persistent throb. He was forty years old, a constable of the King’s peace in a district that had forgotten what peace meant, and he sat in the back of a rattling cart bound for Oakhaven, the...

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