The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The silver candelabra sat on the kitchen table, its surface cold and slick under Eamon’s thumb, the metal so polished it reflected the grey, weeping face of the man holding it. It was a heavy thing, a dead weight of inherited obligation, and the rain lashed against the single pane of glass in the window, blurring the view of the alleyway where the shadows seemed to stretch longer than they had...

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