The Faded Sutra
The letter sat on the desk, heavy with the damp weight of the November rain that had been beating against the high windows of the Imperial Archive for three days straight. Arthur Vane picked it up, feeling the slight give of the paper under his thumb, and read the directive from Deputy Halloway regarding the final purge of the unstable manuscripts. The order was specific, listing forty-two...
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