The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The mortar in your hands is not grey but the deep, arterial red of a fresh wound, and it smells of iron and old rain as you press it into the cracks of the Grand Spire’s foundation. You are Elias, a mason of thirty-two years, and your family’s debt to the Guild is due at the winter solstice, a deadline that hangs over your head like a guillotine blade. The Guild Master, a thin man named Aldous...

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