The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The train rattled over the iron tracks, a rhythmic clatter that seemed to vibrate in the teeth of everyone aboard. I sat in the corner of the carriage, my coat buttoned to the chin, watching the gray hills of the Midlands slide past the window. It was a cold November morning, the kind that seeps into the bones and stays there. I was traveling to Ashworth, a town that had become a name...

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