The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The flood had receded, leaving the basement of the Blackwood Armory a slick, rust-colored grave. Elias Thorne stood in the knee-deep muck, his boots sinking into the silt, clutching a waterlogged ledger to his chest. The air was thick with the smell of wet wool and oxidized iron, a scent that had begun to cling to his clothes, his skin, his very breath. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant...

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