The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink on the manuscript did not smell of iron gall, but of ozone and burnt sugar. It shimmered on the page like a liquid jewel, shifting hue from violet to a deep, arterial red depending on the angle of the fluorescent lights in the archive. Elias Thorne held his breath, his fingers trembling against the cold glass of the display case. He was a man who had spent thirty years in the shadow of...

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