The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet hall smelled of roasting pork and stale beer. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat. He sat at the long oak table, his hands folded, his eyes fixed on the centerpiece. A porcelain urn. It was cracked. A hairline fracture ran from the lip to the base, jagged and white against the blue glaze. Elias touched his own pocket. Inside lay the shackle....

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