The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The River Aven did not flow so much as it thickened, a black, viscous line cutting across the landscape of the valley like a wound that refused to close. Elias Thorne, a scribe of forty years whose hands were stained permanently with the ink of his trade, stood on the muddy bank, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps that misted in the cold dawn air. He was not a man of prayer, nor of faith,...

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