The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The mud on the ramparts of Oakhaven had a taste of iron and rot, a flavor Elias Thorne had learned to ignore in the name of duty, though tonight it coated his tongue with the metallic tang of fear. He was thirty-two years old, a sergeant in the town’s garrison, and he sat with his back against the wet stone, staring into the black throat of the cellar below where the Pale Protocol whispered....

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