The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Act I The orbital station hummed with the low, metallic groan of the ice-haulers docking at the Tuscan metalliferous hills, a sound that vibrated through the soles of every worker’s boots as the shift council permitted another hour of harvest weather. Immacolata Ferraro, a ship-born midwife of the third generation, stood in the scriptorium where the air was kept at a constant, dry chill to...

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