The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Chapter One "Put the stamp down, Sergeant. You are not the law; the ink is." Teresa Carbajal stood rigid in the center of the inspection hall, her boots planted on the cold, splintered wood of the floor. The air in the imperial textile factory was heavy with linseed oil and wet wool, a physical weight that pressed against her chest. She was thirty-two years old, and her hands, usually steady...

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