The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dream was of iron. Cold, wet, and endless. He fell through it. The air tasted of rust. He woke gasping. The ceiling was white. Clean. Sterile. Captain Elias Thorne sat up. His heart hammered against his ribs. A bird in a cage? No. A drum. A war drum. He looked at his hands. They were steady. They had always been steady. That was the problem. The facility smelled of ozone and floor wax. The...

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