The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Elias. The name was thrown across the banquet hall like a stone, skipping over the polished mahogany table where twelve guests sat in a state of comfortable, well-fed boredom. Elias stood at the head of the table, his hands trembling slightly as he held the silver cup. He was forty-two, a man who had spent the last fifteen years scrubbing floors and polishing silver in this house, hoping that...

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