The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The tremor in Elias Thorne’s right hand was not a symptom of age, nor of the twenty-two years he had spent staring into the gray mist of the northern sector. It was a rejection. The border, a living membrane of pale, pulsating tissue that stretched for miles along the treeline, did not like him anymore. He sat in the sterile white of the infirmary, watching his fingers spasm against the steel...

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