The Faded Sutra
Chapter One In the valley of Ombra, the mist did not clear; it merely thinned, like the memory of a debt that had been paid in full. Vincenzo Caruso woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the sound of the orbital welder’s cooling fans still humming in the sleep bay behind him. He was thirty-four, a border warden, and his brother Luca stood in the corner of the room, silent, a judge made of...
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