The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Interior Affairs did not smell of food, but of ozone and wet wool, a scent that clung to the back of Clara’s throat like a stone she could not swallow. The air was thick, viscous with the humidity of forty bodies packed into a space designed for twelve, the windows sealed tight against the November rain that lashed the glass with the frantic energy of a thing...

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