The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the Ministry of Internal Security, a sound that felt less like weather and more like a verdict. Marcus Thorne stood by the window, his hand resting on the cold glass. He was a man carved from granite and silence, his uniform pressed so sharp it could cut, his medals pinned with a precision...

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