The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

"Count it again. The grain is not there." Fang Hu did not look up from the ledger. The ink was wet, slick under his thumb. He was thirty years old, and the Imperial Court expected a pension, not a poem. He wanted the audit closed. He wanted the stamp. He wanted to leave this damp valley before the next tide came in. The room smelled of mildew and old paper. Outside, the false spring of February...

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