The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Gayane Ivanovic remembered the heat first, a dry, white pressure against the skin that made the air taste of iron and old dust. She was forty-two, an archivist of the third rank, and her hands were stained with a substance that was not ink. The page in her coat pocket burned against her hip, a physical weight that threatened to tear the fabric. It was the only thing in the harbor custom house...

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