The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

Naples in February is a city of iron and dust, where the red earth of the hills bleeds down into the narrow streets like old wine. The chariot makers work in their yards, hammering metal that smells of rust and sweat, while the foghorn sounds from the harbor and a dog answers it with a low, mournful bark. I am Francesco Lancia, a bonded scribe of twenty-eight years, and I hold a vial of mercury...

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