The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The smell hit Irving Pargeter before the sight did, a dry, dusty rot that clung to the back of his throat like old pennies. He was prying open the rusted gate with a crowbar, his shoulders aching from the forty-mile drive in the sputtering government sedan, when the hinges shrieked and gave way. He stepped onto the porch of the dilapidated estate, the wood groaning under his weight, and looked...

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