The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, suspended sheet of water above the cobblestones of Ashworth Mill. You stood beneath the eaves. Your coat was wet. The wool drank the dampness until it weighed upon your shoulders like a second skin. You were nine. Your name was Elian. You did not care for names. You cared for the rhythm of the gears. The mill was a beast of iron and steam. It breathed...

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