The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Elara. The name hung in the smog-thick air of the counting house, called out by the foreman’s whistle rather than his voice, a sharp, brassy shriek that cut through the rhythmic clatter of the adding machines. You stood before the ledger, your left hand trembling not from the cold, though the November wind was biting hard against the soot-stained glass, but from the ash that had begun to flake...

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