The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Thorne, you’re late again, and the audit isn’t going to wait for your grief to settle. The voice belonged to Director Halloway, a man whose tie was always knotted with the precision of a surgeon’s suture, and he stood in the doorway of the records room, his shadow stretching long and thin across the linoleum floor that smelled of floor wax and old paper. You were fifty-two years old, and for...

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