The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The train carried Maren to the city of Ashford. The air outside was thick with fog. It tasted of metal. She sat in the corner of the carriage. Her hands were still. They rested on her knees. She was not afraid. She was only tired. She had come to the Institute of Cognitive Preservation. It was a white building. It sat on a hill. The windows were dark. The doors were heavy. Inside, the air was...

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