The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink is wet and the candle is low, and my hands tremble not from the chill of the cellar but from the cold that radiates from the silver circlet bound tight against my brow. I am Elias, weaver of the Vane house, and I am writing to you, Lord Vane, because the grey static in my eyes has begun to swallow the warp threads of my loom, and I require the immediate release of my apprentice, Thomas,...

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