The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, grey exhalation from the low-hanging clouds that clung to the spires of the old cathedral like wet wool. Elias Thorne sat in his workshop, the air thick with the scent of linseed oil and the metallic tang of anxiety, his hands hovering over a frame of dark oak that had remained untouched for three weeks. He was a restorer, a...

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