The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a gray, industrial weeping that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into slick mirrors reflecting the soot-stained brickwork of the textile mills. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the rain-swept platform of the station, his uniform damp and heavy, the wool clinging to his ribs like a shroud. He held a small, leather-bound book in his left hand,...

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