The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old wax. It was a thick, cloying scent. Elias stood in the shadows. He held a silver tray. On it sat a single crystal vase. Inside the vase was a black orchid. The petals were perfectly preserved. They were brittle. One touch would shatter them. Lord Vane sat at the head of the table. He was a large man. His face was red. He laughed too loud. The...

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