The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The silk sash is cold in your hands, a strip of pale violet that smells of lavender and decay. You are Elara, and you are thirty-two years old, standing in the mud outside the iron gates of Oakhaven. Inside, your brother Thomas is rotting in the debtors’ prison for a sum he never borrowed. You want the ledger. You want Vane’s signature on the pardon. The rain has stopped, but the air is thick...

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