The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain against the windows of the precinct had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets into rivers of sludge and reflected the sickly yellow glow of the streetlamps. Elias Thorne sat in his corner office, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and the ozone tang of the old radiator. On his desk lay the object of his obsession, a small,...

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