The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You’re holding it wrong. Arthur tightened his grip on the spine of the ledger, his knuckles whitening against the leather. The air in the study did not smell of old paper and dust, as one might expect in a house of such antiquity; it smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of ozone, a scent that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves. He was fifty-two years old, a man whose career had...

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