The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed, a heavy, gray curtain that blurred the edge of the White House grounds into a smear of wet stone and manicured, dying grass. Major Elias Thorne stood at the perimeter, his uniform stiff with dampness, his hands clasped behind his back in a posture of rigid, professional stillness. He was waiting for the President. He had been waiting for three...

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