The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall; it hovered. It hung in the air like a fine, gray dust, coating the soot-blackened bricks of the district in a slick, cold film. I walked. My boots were heavy with the weight of the day, with the weight of the silence that had swallowed my voice three months ago. I was Thomas, a clerk of the lowest order in the Bureau of Civic Order. My hands trembled. They always trembled...

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