The Faded Sutra
The fog in the city of Oakhaven did not roll in; it seeped, a cold, viscous mist that turned the gaslights into dim, bruised eyes and the cobblestones into slick, black mirrors. Elias Thorne, a junior actuary for the Meridian Insurance Company, walked through it with the mechanical precision of a clockwork figure, his coat buttoned to the throat. He was a man of mid-ranks, mid-age, and...
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