The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet was held in the Hall of Purity, a cavernous room where the air smelled of ozone and boiled lye. You sat at the long table, your uniform crisp, your hands steady, while the Council members feasted on pale fish and white bread. They spoke of order. They spoke of the hum. The hum was the city’s heartbeat, a low vibration that rattled your teeth and settled in the marrow of your bones....

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