The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet hall of the Ashworth Estate smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone. Candlelight flickered against the high vaulted ceilings, casting long, trembling shadows across the tapestries. The air was thick with the scent of beeswax and the faint, metallic tang of fear. Sir Edward Ashworth sat at the head of the table, his hands resting on the velvet runner. He did not eat. He watched the...

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