The Pale Protocol
The ink is black, the paper is yellowed, and my hand is shaking. I am copying the entry for Volume Four, Section C, Item 902, and the candle guttering in its iron holder casts a shadow that stretches across the floor like a long, thin finger pointing at the door. Outside, the wind presses against the windows of the Institute, a low, persistent moan that sounds less like air moving through stone...
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