The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The left hand trembled. It was a small, rhythmic shudder, like a wire vibrating under high voltage. Margaret Holloway looked at it in the dim light of the factory floor. The air smelled of ozone and wet iron. She was not a woman in the way the foremen understood the term. She was a mechanism of flesh and bone that had been repurposed. The machine, a great grinding wheel named The Tithe,...

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