The Pale Protocol
14th December, 1924. "Is the ink dry yet, Thorne? The Governor is waiting." The question came from behind me, sharp and impatient, cutting through the low hum of the dining hall. I did not turn. My hand was steady, the quill moving in a precise, looping script across the heavy parchment, the scratch of the nib the only sound that mattered in the chaos of the room. Around me, the celebration for...
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