The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The clock tower in Harrow’s End did not tick. It hummed. A low, resonant vibration that traveled up through the soles of Margaret Holloway’s shoes, through the marrow of her shinbones, and settled in the base of her skull. She stood on the square, the cobblestones slick with a mist that smelled of ozone and crushed mint. In her hand, she held the device. It was not a book, though the townsmen...

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