The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The letter sat on the desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and damp wool. It was a simple thing, a form from the Ironworks Palace, stamped with the red seal of the Directorate, denying the pension claim for your brother, Arthur, who lay in the next room coughing blood into a tin basin. You looked at the date, November 14th, 1893, and then at the signature of Mr. Vane, the overseer, which...

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