The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The wind off the moor did not howl; it whispered, a dry and rasping sound like parchment being torn against a bone. Elias Thorne walked with a limp that had become as much a part of his anatomy as his left hand, a rigid hook of scar tissue where the fingers had once grasped a quill, a sword, or a woman’s wrist. He was a man of the old country, not by birth but by the weight of the laws he...

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