The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

14 November 1893 Father, I am writing this by the light of a single tallow candle because the gas lamps in the library have flickered out again. The wind is coming through the cracks in the shutters, a sound like dry leaves skittering over stone. I have been sitting here for two hours, waiting for the house to stop groaning. It has not. It never does, not truly. You have been in the city for...

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