The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The building had a smell. It was not the clean, antiseptic scent of modern corporate hygiene, but the thick, cloying aroma of wet wool and old paper, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a lie. It was the smell of the firm, Whitmore & Sons, where Elias Thorne had spent twenty years sharpening his sword. Elias stood before the mirror in the men’s room on the fourth floor. The mirror...

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