The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

In his gloved hands, the stone tablet was cold enough to burn. It was a slab of grey basalt, no larger than a book, etched with symbols that seemed to shift in the flickering light of his lantern. Elias Thorne adjusted his grip, the leather of his gloves creaking against the frozen air, and looked down at the snow-dusted ridge where the wind had scoured the earth bare. He was thirty-four years...

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