The Faded Sutra
Chapter One "You’ll pay the tithe in full, or the god takes your name." Tovar Maiden did not answer. He stood at the edge of the salt flats, the wind pulling at the hem of his coat, his breath misting in the cold air. The ferry crossing lay behind him, the flag rope slapping against the wooden pole with a rhythmic, hollow thud. He was forty-two years old, and the archivist of a dead god’s...
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