The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, reflective mirror of the sky, and it was in this damp, dripping twilight that Arthur Pendelton, a man whose reputation for sharpness had long since dulled into a kind of weary, rusty competence, stood before the door of the alchemist’s shop, holding a brass key that did not...

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