The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain fell on the roof of the armory. It tapped a steady rhythm against the tin. *Tap. Tap. Tap.* A cold, metallic song. Elias stood by the window. His hands were still. They were large hands. Thick knuckles. Old scars. He watched the water run down the glass. The village below was dark. Only a few lights burned. The church. The mill. The home of the Council. "You are late," said the voice...

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