The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The name was called out across the yard, sharp and thin as a wire snapping in the cold. "Thorne." Elias looked up from his shovel, the iron blade biting into the frozen mud of the Ironclad Penitentiary yard. He was forty-two, a man who had once broken a man’s jaw with a single, clean blow, but now the effort of lifting the shovel made his lungs feel like they were filled with wet sand. He...

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