The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The train carriage was a tomb of velvet and tarnished brass, a sealed world hurtling through the gray, rain-slicked countryside of England where the fog clung to the heath like a shroud refusing to lift. Arthur Pendelton sat rigid in the corner, his fingers interlaced so tightly that the knuckles had turned the color of old bone, his eyes fixed not on the passing landscape but on the singular,...

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