The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain fell upon the cobblestones of Millhaven with a sound like static, a persistent hiss that swallowed the roar of the industry below. I stood at the mouth of the tunnel, my uniform wet and heavy, the brass buttons tarnished by the damp air. Behind me, the Great Spire of the Ironworks rose against the grey sky, a monolith of soot and steel that had not known sunlight in decades. It was a...

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