The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The gate to the Abbey of St. Jude was not locked, only heavy. It swung open with a groan of iron that sounded less like a sound and more like a memory being dragged across stone. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that had not tasted blood in thirty years. The blade was wrapped in oilcloth, a habit born not of reverence, but of the fear that the metal would...

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