The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The root was not ready. Magistrate Aldous Vane coughed, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to originate deep within the stone walls of the town hall, and Elias Thorne watched the man’s face turn the color of old parchment. Elias held the small clay pot in his hands, the soil still damp from the night’s rain, and felt the weight of three years of labor press against his palms. This was the...

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