The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The leather spine of the book cracked under my thumb, a dry sound like a twig snapping in the frost. I was fifty-two, and the manor house was cold, a damp chill that settled in the joints and refused to leave. On the desk before me lay the final architectural plans for the estate, rolled tight and tied with twine. I needed to get these to the municipal board by noon. If I did, the estate would...

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