The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet hall in the Whitmore estate smelled of roasted pheasant, stale tobacco, and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that had been building in the air all afternoon. It was a strange scent for a house that had been standing for two hundred years, a scent that did not belong to the dust or the wood, but to something else, something that was waking up in the walls. Arthur Whitmore sat at the...

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