The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the stone walls of the old manor and seeped into the marrow of the bones of the man standing in the center of the great hall. Elias Thorne stood alone, his uniform pressed and immaculate despite the dampness, the brass buttons of his tunic catching the dim light from the high, arched windows with a cold, metallic...

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