The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it persisted, a gray, relentless curtain that erased the sharp edges of the village of Oakhaven and turned the muddy tracks into slick, treacherous ribbons of mud that sucked at the boots of anyone foolish enough to walk them without purpose. Elias Thorne was not foolish, though he was certainly tired, his shoulders hunched against the cold dampness that seemed...

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