The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The bell tolled. Once. Twice. Silence followed. Heavy. Cold. Aldric sat. He held the glove. It was leather. Brown. Faded. A woman’s hand had worn it. He knew this. The fingers were short. The thumb was calloused. He flexed his own hand. Long. Pale. Clean. Not her hand. He looked up. The room was stone. Grey. Damp. Candles flickered. Three of them. They burned low. Aldric was the Inquisitor. He...

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