The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The plain stretches out under a sky the color of wet slate, a vast, monotonous expanse where the wind carries the dust of the borderlands into the throats of those who live there. In the shadow of the imperial courier station, a place that smells of old paper and dried lavender, the machinery of state grinds forward with indifferent precision. I am Ramazan Yildiz, a border guard whose hands are...

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