The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The wind did not merely blow across the moor; it interrogated, a cold, relentless hand stripping the warmth from the air and the flesh simultaneously, and Arthur Penhaligon stood amidst the heather and the gray scrub, his knees trembling not from the chill but from the sheer, crushing weight of the knowledge that had settled into his bones like silt, knowing that the very thing he had spent...

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