The Pale Protocol
14 November, Blackwood Hall The house is quiet now, a silence that feels less like peace and more like the held breath of a predator, and I write this by the light of the dying fire because the electricity has failed again, a fitting metaphor for the state of my tenure, which is currently suspended pending the final submission of the Thorne Archive. Clara left an hour ago, her boots crunching...
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