The Pale Protocol
The lichen is white. It is the color of bone, of old milk, of the ash that remains after a fire has burned itself out. It grows only where blood has been spilled in anger. I know this because I have seen it. I have seen it on the flagstones of the cloister, where Brother Anselm struck a novice with a strap until the boy’s cheek split. I have seen it on the wooden beams of the scriptorium, where...
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