The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The soot beneath Elias Thorne’s fingernails had not been scrubbed away in three days, a grimy testament to the damp, coal-choked silence of the Imperial Customs House archives, where the air hung thick with the smell of mildew and old paper, a scent that clung to the back of his throat like a physical weight. He sat at the heavy oak desk, his hands trembling slightly as he traced the columns of...

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