The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The trowel bit into the wet mortar with a sound like a bone snapping, and Elias Thorne felt the vibration travel up his forearm, settling in the hollow of his elbow where the old fracture from the scaffolding collapse still ached when the barometric pressure dropped. He was forty years old, a mason of the Oakhaven Guild, and his hands were no longer entirely his own. The skin over his knuckles...

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