The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The quill snapped against the rough parchment, the ink bleeding into the fiber like a fresh wound, as Elias Thorne pressed his thumb against the jagged edge of the obsidian shard to steady his hand. The village of Oakhaven smelled of wet wool and rotting turnips, a pungent, cloying scent that clung to the back of his throat before the grey mist even parted to reveal the thatched roofs huddled...

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