The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a gray, persistent dampness that soaked through the heavy wool of my coat and settled into the marrow of my bones, mirroring the cold dread that had taken root in my chest since dawn. I stood at the iron gate of the Abbey of St. Jude’s, a structure of blackened stone and broken gargoyles that had watched over the valley of Ashford for three centuries,...

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