The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain against the windowpane of the library was not a sound but a weight, a persistent, grinding pressure that Elias Thorne had long ceased to distinguish from the throbbing in his temples. At fifty-two, with the grey hair of a man who had spent three decades staring at the faces of those who lied for a living, he sat in the high-backed chair that had once belonged to his father, the...

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