The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey mist that smelled of wet wool and ancient stone, wrapping the manor house in a silence so thick one could hear the ticks of the grandfather clock in the hall, a metronome counting down the seconds of a life that had gone slightly wrong. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back,...

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