The Faded Sutra
The soot of 1893 did not merely settle upon the city of Oakhaven; it inhabited it, a thick, greasy film that coated the lungs of the workers and the ledgers of the Imperial Textile Archive. Elias Thorne, twelve years old and possessed of hands that trembled with a hunger that had nothing to do with food, sat in the sub-basement of the archive, surrounded by the smell of rotting paper and iron....
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