The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The air in the sanctuary of St. Jude’s, a converted textile mill on the edge of the city, did not smell of incense or old paper, but of ozone and wet stone. It was a smell that suggested the world had been recently struck by lightning and never allowed to dry. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the nave, his hands resting on the rough-hewn altar, feeling the hum of the threshold beneath his...

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