The Faded Sutra
Chapter One "You’re on the list, Colm. That’s all I can tell you." The voice came from behind the desk, muffled by the heavy, stale air of the union office, a room that smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of old paper. Colm Doherty stood with his hands in his pockets, the fabric of his trousers worn thin at the knees, the fraying threads catching on the rough stone floor. He was...
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