The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

Act I Miral Orris held a post at the border crossing that paid in silver but cost him his son’s breath. He stood in the ledger room, a space that smelled of damp wool and old blood, watching the ink bleed from the page. It was not a spill. The black liquid moved with intent, pooling into the curve of a jaw, the hollow of a cheek. Miral wiped his hands on his tunic, a gesture he had performed a...

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