The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The vial was small, glass, and cold against Elias Thorne’s palm. It held a single drop of blue, a color that did not belong in the grey courtyard of Blackwood Castle, a color that pulsed with a rhythm uncomfortably close to his own failing heart. He stared at it, the glass sweating in the October chill, while the wind stripped the last brown leaves from the skeletal branches of the ancestral...

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