The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The parchment lay on the oak table, its edges yellowed and brittle, the ink faded to the color of dried blood. It was a bill, itemized with the cold precision of a ledger: three hundred silver marks for the loom, two hundred for the silk, one hundred and fifty for the labor of the last six months, all owed to Alderman Halloway. Elias Thorne, forty-two, a master weaver whose hands were...

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