The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet hall smells of roasted goose and stale beer, a heavy, cloying scent that settles into the fabric of your uniform like a stain that will never fully wash out. You are seated at the long oak table, the wood polished to a mirror shine that reflects the dim chandeliers and the faces of the men and women who serve the State. You are a Lieutenant, a keeper of the peace, a guardian of the...

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