The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven with a sound like a long, dying breath, kicking up a swirl of coal dust and steam that hung in the air, thick and gray, smelling of sulfur and wet iron. Thomas stood on the platform, his small hands gripping the cold brass railing, watching the doors slide open to reveal the world beyond the town’s soot-stained limits. He was twelve, a boy made of...

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