The Pale Protocol
Chapter One The chisel bit into the limestone with a sound like a bone snapping under a boot, and Assunta Rinaldi wiped the grit from her forehead, the dust settling into the creases of her face as she leaned into the blow. She was forty-two, her hands mapped with white scars that spoke of three years under Marco’s watchful, hungry eye, and the Guild Feast was already beginning to hum through...
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