The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain in the capital did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime shine with a wet, oily sheen. It fell in heavy, rhythmic sheets against the high, stained glass of the Ministry of Internal Order, a building that stood like a clenched fist in the center of the city’s spine. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of stale tobacco, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear. Silas...

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