The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain had not ceased for three days, turning the cobblestones of the village square into a mirror that reflected the weeping willows and the grey, bruised sky with such fidelity that one could not tell where the earth ended and the heavens began. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the doorway of his ancestral home, the stone cold against his back, watching the water gather in the gutters until it...

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