The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The bail receipt, stapled to his license, caught the fluorescent buzz. Chapter One Bastiaan Willems stood in the high moor of the new polder, the sea fret erasing the town behind him. He was thirty-two, a clerk for the ship chandler, and he wanted the patent. The rival had filed first, but Bastiaan had the technical specs. He walked the field before deciding, a ritual he kept for his wife,...

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