The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The magistrate’s voice cut through the fog like a dull knife, calling her name with the specific contempt reserved for those who refuse to die quietly. Margaret Holloway stood at the edge of the valley, her breath visible in the cold air, holding the jade stone in her left hand. It was warm. It had been warm for six months, ever since Thomas had taken his last breath in the hospital bed,...

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