The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Chapter One I remember the weight of the ash on my fingers long before I remember the fire, and it is a weight that has not yet left me, settling into the creases of my knuckles like dust in a closed room. I was Abdi Hussein, a scribe of little consequence in the sealed archive of the Sultan’s court, a man whose hands were stained not with ink but with the copper oxide of the ledgers I kept,...

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