The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The hammer struck the glass. It did not shatter. It rang. A clear, high note that cut through the smoke and the screaming. I held the pane up to the light. It was my work. Three months of grinding, polishing, fusing. A perfect square of amber and blue, meant to sit in the heart of the great dome. Instead, it sat in my hand, trembling. The foreman, a man named Graves, stood over me. His face was...

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