The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The quill bit into the vellum, leaving a jagged tear in the parchment. Elara did not look up. Her fingers were stained black with ink, the dark lines running deep into the creases of her knuckles, a map of labor that no amount of lye soap could scrub away. Outside the high windows, the light of the midday sun was thinning, turning the dust motes in the air into suspended gold before they...

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