The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The river did not flow; it stood, a vast, grey ribbon of stagnant water that stretched from the muddy banks of the lower city to the high, fog-choked peaks of the upper districts. It was a river of memory, or perhaps of time itself, frozen in a perpetual, heavy sludge. Elias Wren woke with the taste of silt on his tongue and the cold weight of the city pressing down on his chest. He was a...

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