The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The bronze-casting clan moved through the terraced hills of the pueblo, their hammers ringing against the fog like a slow, metallic heartbeat. The air tasted of iron and wet clay, a physical weight that settled in the lungs of every worker who climbed the steps to the granary. I stood at the gate, my hands raw from the cold, watching the men carry the last of the harvest into the dark. My name...

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