The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ivy choked the windowpane. It had grown thick. Green, wet, and relentless. Margaret stood before it. Her breath fogged the glass. She wiped it away. The view was gone. She was the inspector. Not of crime. Of decay. Her sister, Ellen, had left the house to her. A trust deed. A signature. A key. Margaret held the key in her left hand. The metal was cold. It bit into her palm. The house was...

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