The Pale Protocol
The cold in the scriptorium of St. Jude does not behave like the cold of the world outside; it does not bite, nor does it numb, but rather it settles into the marrow with the quiet persistence of a debt that has long been overdue, and you, Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old and possessed of a mind that the Abbot once called a sharp instrument, find yourself staring at the left hand resting upon...
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