The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink was still wet on the signature line when the cold hit the back of your neck, a sharp, biting sensation that had nothing to do with the drafty window or the November wind rattling the shutters of the garrison in Kilmarnock. You were Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and you were trying to write a letter that would end your life as a soldier, but the pen felt like a splinter...

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