The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Thorne, the clerk called out, not looking up from the ledger where the ink was still wet, a dark stain spreading across the page like a bruise. The voice was flat, bureaucratic, stripped of any human warmth, and it echoed off the high, vaulted ceilings of the Ministry of Border Affairs, where the air smelled of dust, old paper, and the faint, acrid bite of coal smoke seeping in from the street...

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