The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The iron key is cold in my hand, heavier than it has any right to be, and I am standing on the porch with the mist rolling in off the moor, watching the dust from Julian’s carriage settle back into the mud like it never left. You are leaving, Julian, you are leaving for the infantry, and I am staying to guard the crumbling walls of this estate, a duty that has become so indistinguishable from...

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