The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The champagne flutes held exactly four ounces of liquid each, a precise weight Elias Thorne had calculated in his head as he navigated the crowded faculty lounge. He counted the stems, the crystal, the faint sweat on the palms of the junior associates who clustered near the buffet. It was a matter of measurement, of control, a necessary counterweight to the chaos of the gala. The department was...

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