The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The dream was always the same: a library of ash, the pages crumbling into grey snow that settled on my tongue like iron filings. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth, the blood from my fingers still drying into the leather of the Pale Protocol. It was the year of our Lord 1342, and I was thirty-two years old, a scribe bound to the Duke’s court by a contract written in a language that...

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