The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The valley below the monastery shifted in the November heat, the river bending where it pleased, indifferent to the treaty lines drawn on the maps by men who had never waded in. Up on the ridge, the wind carried the distant, rhythmic groan of the rubbish truck’s brakes as it climbed the switchbacks, a sound that had become the heartbeat of our small, uneasy settlement. I sat in the scriptorium,...

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