The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The Grand Hall of the Ministry of Order did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect of a place so devoted to the preservation of history. It smelled of ozone, of heated copper, and of the sharp, metallic tang of fear. It was a cathedral of industry, a vast, iron-bellied space where the air hummed with the low-frequency thrum of a thousand hidden engines. At the center of this mechanical...

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