The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain in Manchester did not wash things clean. It only made the soot stick to the skin. I stood on the wet pavement, my uniform slick with cold, watching the gas lamps flicker against the fog. My name was Thomas. I was a constable. I had a badge. I had a duty. I had a book. The book was leather-bound. It was thick. It was warm. It felt alive against my chest. It was not a book of laws. It...

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