The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dream came to Sergeant Elias Thorne not as a vision of peace, but as a suffocating weight, a heavy, wet wool blanket pressed against his nose and mouth, smelling of iron and old blood. In the dream, he was standing in the center of the town square in Oakhaven, a place where the cobblestones had been paved over with smooth, unforgiving concrete decades ago, yet his feet sank into the ground...

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