The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain drummed a wet, persistent rhythm against the high, narrow windows of the library. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of mildew and old paper. Elias Thorne stood before the oak desk, his fingers hovering over a stack of manuscripts. He was a thin man, hollowed out by hunger and obsession. His coat was threadbare, the elbows worn through to the skin. He had not eaten in two days....

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