The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The road to the valley was slick with rain, the mud thick and black as old blood. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. The weight of the leather was a comfort, a familiar anchor. He carried the box. It was small, made of oak, bound in iron. It sat against his hip, warm against his coat. He had carried it for three days. He had not opened it. He was a man of the law, or so the village thought....

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