The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The obsidian did not break; it shattered, a sound like a bone snapping under a heavy boot, splitting my reflection into twelve jagged shards that floated in the air before settling onto the cold stone floor of the scriptorium. I am Elara, twelve years old, and today I have lost the only thing that held my mind together. The Abbot found me standing over the debris, my hands trembling, the black...

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