The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Thorne. The voice came from the doorway, sharp and thin as a blade drawn across a whetstone. I did not turn. I was already packing the leather satchel, my fingers numb from the cold that seeped through the floorboards of our cottage. The winter had been hard this year, the kind that settles into the bones and stays. I knew the voice. It was the Regent’s clerk, a man named Halloway, who had come...

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