The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped through the air, a cold, wet breath that settled into the bones of the manor house and refused to leave. I stood by the window of the east wing, watching the mist swallow the moorland beyond the garden walls, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword. It was a heavy thing, the weapon of a captain of the guard, forged in a time when iron was law and...

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