The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain in Blackwood did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the stone and the skin, eroding the distinction between the living and the built environment until both felt merely damp and tired. You were not a man of action, nor of grand philosophical contemplation, but you were an investigator of the mundane, a man who looked at a broken hinge and saw not just...

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