The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The bell tower of St. Jude’s did not ring at hour, but at whim. It was a brass throat, tarnished by the soot of three centuries and the breath of the living, standing detached from the main nave of the cathedral like a severed limb that refused to decay. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of beeswax and old stone, a scent that Margaret Holloway had learned to associate not with peace, but...

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