The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The check bounced. Elias Thorne stared at the slip of paper in his hand, the ink still wet, the rejection stamped in red that looked less like a mark and more like a wound. He stood in the doorway of the Oakhaven Municipal Building, the November wind cutting through his wool coat, raising the hair on his arms. Inside, the receptionist was already looking at her phone, ignoring him, her posture...

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