The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The departure was not marked by a train station or a highway, but by the slow, grinding ascent of a concrete ramp that smelled of wet limestone and old, stagnant rain. Thomas Whitmore, a man whose uniform had been worn so thin at the elbows that the fabric seemed to dissolve into the gray morning mist, walked up the ramp with the heavy, deliberate gait of someone carrying a burden that was not...

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