The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Act I Luce Zeringue’s hands were slick with rain and the grease of the harbor, the toll ledger clutched so tight in his fist that the leather cover bit into his palm. He stood in the courtyard of the Abbey of St. Jude, the water dripping from his hair in cold, stinging beads, while the ink on the open page bled into shapes that defied the script he had studied for twenty years. He needed to...

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