The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the wet asphalt of District Nine, turning the city into a watercolor left out in the damp. Inspector Elias Thorne stood in the center of the intersection, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the fabric heavy and cold against his ribs. He was not looking at the body that lay crumpled beneath the wheels...

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