The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The leather book lay open in your lap, its spine cracked and weeping a dark, oily residue that stained the cotton of your trousers. It was a small thing, no larger than a prayer book, bound in hide so thin you could see the grain of the wood beneath, and it smelled of iron and old blood. Outside, the Manchester rain hammered against the factory windows, a relentless drumming that vibrated in...

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