The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windowpane of the moving carriage, blurring the landscape into a smear of mud and iron. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his coat damp at the elbows, watching the steam curl from the vents with the detached curiosity of a man who has stopped believing in the destination and started to care only for the mechanics...

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