The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of my coat and settled into the joints of my bones. I had been walking for three days, or perhaps four; time had become a fluid thing, slippery and unreliable, much like the memory I was trying to outrun. My name is Arthur Penhaligon, and I was once a man of rigid procedure, a keeper of order in a world that...

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