The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink on the page was brown, a dull, muddy umber that smelled of iron and damp wool, but when Magistrate Halloway leaned over the table, his breath warm and sour with yesterday’s ale, the script shimmered into a violent, arterial red. "You are mad, Elias," Halloway said, his voice low, a rumble that seemed to come from the floorboards rather than his throat. "You stand in my office, in the...

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