The Faded Road
The rain in Oren does not fall so much as it accumulates, a grey mist that settles into the wool of your coat and the creases of your hands. You are thirty-two, and your contract with the Guild expires in six days, a deadline that hangs over the drafting table like a guillotine blade. You need to certify the final survey of the Sunken District, a low-lying stretch of the city built on reclaimed...
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