The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink on Anahit Javakhishvili’s hands was already cold, a slick, viscous dark that smelled of iron filings and brine, and she was trying to wipe it onto the hem of her tunic as the fire in the brazier refused to catch. It was a failure of logistics, not of will, the kind of mundane frustration that usually settled into the marrow of a senior censor, but today the refusal felt personal, a...

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