The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Elias Thorne’s left hand shook as he lifted the crystal decanter, the liquid inside sloshing with a rhythm that matched the tremor in his wrist. The retirement feast was in full swing, the hall thick with the smell of roasted lamb and the clatter of silverware against porcelain, but Elias only saw the deed in his breast pocket, the paper soft and warm against his ribs. He wanted the roof fixed...

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