The Faded Sutra
The Reclamation came down the eastern bank of the river like a fire that had been taught manners, and by the time it was done, the mills were gone, the fields were black, and the people had been sorted into two piles, the ones who signed and the ones who ran. Thomas Bradshaw was a captain in the County Company, eleven years in the blue coat, and he had been taught to believe in sorting. He...
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