The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old university quad, turning the air into a thick, breathing thing. Arthur Penhaligon stood beneath the eaves of the library, his tweed jacket darkening with damp, watching the water bead and roll down the glass panes of the reading room behind him. He was a man of considerable intellect and...

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