The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The wagon wheels groaned against the packed earth. The sky was a bruise of purple and grey. Thomas Ashworth sat rigid in the front seat. His hands were wrapped around the reins. His knuckles were white. He did not look back. He knew who was behind him. He knew what they carried. He knew the weight of the silence. The carriage moved through the valley. The trees on either side were bare. Their...

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