The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain had been falling on the soot-blackened brick of the foundry district for three days straight, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones into slick, treacherous mirrors reflecting the jagged silhouettes of the smokestacks and the dim, yellowed gaslight that flickered with the irregular heartbeat of a dying man. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the back of the carriage, his knees...

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