The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain had not stopped for three days. It hammered against the leaded glass of the refectory, a relentless drumming that sounded like the beating of a thousand small hearts. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands resting on the scarred wood. The wood was cold. It absorbed the heat from my palms, leaving them numb. Across the table, Lord Pemberton sat with his back to the window....

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