The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The Great Hall of the Sterling & Sons Assay Office was not a place for prayer, but for the cold arithmetic of weight and purity. On the autumn equinox, the air hung heavy with the scent of heated copper and stale pipe tobacco, a miasma that seemed to settle into the pores of the stone walls. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the center of the room, a figure carved from patience and quiet endurance. He...

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