The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The porcelain shard lay on the floor of the private study, a jagged white tooth against the dark mahogany. Arthur Vane stood over it, his hand hovering, not to pick it up, but to feel the faint, cold vibration of its existence. It was a piece of the "Empress," a teacup so fine it seemed made of light and air, shattered only three days prior. He had not thrown it. He had simply held it too...

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