The Faded Sutra
Chapter One I looked back at the ridge line, where the town shrank into a gray smear of dust and rusted tin. The sea fret had erased the valley floor an hour ago, turning the world into a flat, white sheet. I stood on the high ground, my boots caked in the red earth of the drone pasture, and I felt the weight of the air on my chest. It was heavy. It always was, when the weather turned. I...
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