The Pale Protocol
Elara Vance, the Bishop said, you are treading on holy ground with muddy boots. The voice did not come from the door, nor from the shadow of the nave, but from the stone itself, a vibration that rattled the dust on the ledger desk before resolving into the distinct, gravelly baritone of Bishop Halloway. He stood in the doorway of the St. Jude’s Chapel, his silhouette framed by the grey November...
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