The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The gavel struck. It was a sharp sound. It cut the air. It split the room. Professor Elias Thorne stood. His knees were weak. He gripped the railing. The wood was cold. It smelled of wax. And old dust. Across the aisle, a man smiled. He wore a suit of charcoal. It was expensive. It fit perfectly. It hid the man inside. "You are charged," the judge said. His voice was low. It was dry. Like...

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