The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The iron key hung heavy in Elias’s palm, its cold bite a familiar pressure against the calluses of a hand that had spent forty years holding a sword hilt and now held only the fate of a parchment. He stood in the central hall of the Oakhaven Keep, the air thick with the smell of damp stone and old dust, listening to the wind scrape against the eastern wall like a mouse gnawing through a bone....

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