The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The carriage wheels ground against the packed earth of the lane, a rhythmic, grinding screech that seemed to scrape the flesh from the bones of the world, and Margaret Holloway sat in the back seat, her hands wrapped tightly around the leather strap of a small, unremarkable wooden box that rested in her lap, feeling the wood grow warm against her palms as the autumn fog rolled in from the...

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