The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and softened the hard, ironclad geometry of the industrial sprawl. In the small, drafty office of the Constabulary, tucked away in a soot-stained corner of the city, Elias Thorne sat with his hands folded on the desk, watching the water bead on the windowpane. He was a man who had...

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