The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

14 October 1842. The fog did not lift, nor did it thicken; it simply held its breath. I stood on the ridge of Blackwater Pass, the mud sucking at my boots with a sound like wet cloth tearing. I am Silas Vane, thirty-two, a border warden who has spent twelve years keeping the line between the civilized and the wild. I wanted only to secure my pension, to send the gold to Thomas in Bristol, and...

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