The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The small, oil-cloth-bound book in Elias Thorne’s hands was cold, colder than the November rain that slicked the alley behind the precinct. He had been holding it for three hours, standing in the dark behind the garbage bins, waiting for the Chief to come out so he could prove he had not stolen the artifact from the museum three days prior. The book whispered. It did not speak with a voice, but...

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