The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The carriage wheels rattle over the cobblestones, a rhythmic pounding that seems to mirror the throb in my temples, and I sit here in the shadows of the royal apothecary’s travel case, clutching a vial of the tincture that is supposed to secure my future. It is the fourteenth of November, and the air outside the window is thin and cold, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. I...

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