The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The stone is weeping again. It is a black, viscous fluid, thick as tar, that oozes from the central block of the spire. It smells of wet earth and old iron, a scent that belongs to the grave of Thomas, my brother, who has been dead for three years. I am Elias, a stonemason of forty years, and I am alone on Blackwood Ridge in the year of our Lord 1893. The wind cuts through my wool coat, but I...

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