The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, industrial shroud that sucked the color from the world and left only the rusted bones of the mills and the damp, sickly green of the ivy choking the brickwork. It was the kind of weather that made the air taste of copper and old pennies, and it was in this suffocating mist that Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the public square,...

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