The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into mirrors of dull, trembling silver. In the high, drafty rooms of the Institute of Antiquities, where the air smelled of dry rot and old dust, Elias Vane sat alone, his hands folded over a ledger that recorded nothing but his own exhaustion. He was a man carved from...

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