The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The glass vial sat in my palm, cold and trembling, the liquid inside a murky amber that smelled of iron and old paper. I held it up to the single tallow candle, watching the droplets cling to the neck, refusing to fall, as if the substance itself were reluctant to be used. Outside, the November wind tore at the shutters of the study, a sound like tearing cloth, while inside, the silence was...

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