The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain fell on the stone walls of the Abbey of Saint Jude, a cold and constant drumming that drowned out the silence of the dead. Elias stood in the courtyard, his armor dented, his sword dull. He was the Warden of the Threshold, a title that had once meant power and now meant only the burden of holding a line that no one else could see. The mists of the otherworld seeped through the cracks...

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