The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The locomotive did not rumble; it hissed, a long, continuous exhalation of steam that seemed to possess its own weary consciousness. Inside the carriage, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and ozone, a mixture that settled in the lungs like a fine, grey dust. Julian sat by the window, his reflection a ghostly smudge against the darkening glass, watching the industrial sprawl of the...

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