The Faded Sutra
The sky did not break open with thunder, but with a sound like tearing silk, a high, thin shriek that seemed to come from the marrow of the earth itself. Elias Thorne stood in the center of his workshop, a half-finished clock mechanism resting on the workbench before him, and felt the floor tilt beneath his boots. It was not an earthquake, for the walls did not shake; rather, the world outside...
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