The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The house breathed. It was a large thing. Old wood. It groaned in the wind. Thomas stood by the window. He watched the rain. The glass was cold. It bit his hand. Inside, the party raged. Music thumped. A low, dull pulse. It hammered against the floorboards. It traveled up through his boots. He felt it in his teeth. He was a captain. Or he had been. Now he was a guest. Unwanted. Tolerated. They...

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