The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The hall was a cavern of amber light and heavy velvet, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the sharp, metallic tang of old wine that had been breathing in the cellar for a century, and there stood Sir Julian Thorne, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the feast of his own making with the detached, cold appraisal of a man observing a machine he had built but...

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