The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The watch sat on the table. It was not a gold watch. It was not a silver watch. It was a brass thing, dented and dark, held together by a ribbon that had once been red but was now the color of dried blood. Thomas sat opposite it. He had been sitting for an hour. The room was small. The air was stale. It smelled of damp wool and old paper. Thomas was a constable. He had been a constable for...

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