The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Thorne, come here. The voice of Alderman Vane did not travel through the air so much as it pressed against the eardrums, a low, grinding vibration that seemed to originate in the floorboards of the cramped office. Elias stood in the corner, his back against the damp brick, his hands wrapped around the cold, fractured porcelain of his mother’s locket. It was the only thing in the room that did...

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