The Pale Protocol
14th of November. The fog in Oakhaven has not lifted since dawn, settling into the eaves like damp wool. The town square is draped in a grey silence that feels less like weather and more like a held breath. I attended the annual Pale Gala tonight, though "attended" is perhaps too generous a term for the obligation I felt to be present. The mayor, Mr. Aldous Thorne, my mentor and the man who...
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