The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The mist does not roll in; it seeps up from the cracks in the stone, cold and wet as a grave. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and your hands are shaking, not from the cold, but from the weight of the iron key in your pocket. You want to keep Mara alive. You want to hold your son, Thomas, who is three and does not know that his mother is being turned into paper. The valley of Oram is stuck in a...

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