The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The feast in the Hall of Mirrors was loud, but for Silas, the noise was a dull, underwater thrum. He sat at the high table, his plate untouched, the roast boar glistening under the tallow light. Around him, the other officers of the Night Watch laughed, clinking goblets of ale that smelled of hops and iron. They were men of the law, men who wore the grey wool tunics of the city, men who...

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