The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into slick, dark mirrors. Thomas Ashworth stood at the center of the square, his boots slipping slightly on the wet flagstones, the weight of his uniform a familiar, heavy second skin that smelled of damp wool and old iron. He was...

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