The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The steam rose in thin, grey ribbons from the ventilation grates of the Ironworks, a perpetual fog that smelled of sulfur and wet iron. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the catwalk, his boots vibrating with the rhythmic thud of the hydraulic presses below. He was a man composed of sharp angles and rigid lines, his uniform a patchwork of dented brass buttons and faded wool, the fabric stiff with...

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