The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick mirrors. I walked with my head down, counting the steps between the archways, trying to keep my footing on the wet stone. My name is Thomas Bradshaw, though the ledger in the Guildmaster’s office lists me as a mason, a master of mortar and stone. I was not a mason. I was...

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