The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You wake to the sound of rain hitting the slate. It is a cold, gray dawn. The city lies under a shroud of fog and stone. You are a keeper of the gates. You have been one for forty years. Your body is a map of old scars. Your mind is a map of old laws. You rise. You dress in the heavy wool uniform. The fabric is thick. It smells of damp earth and iron. You step into the street. The cobblestones...

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