The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The question is whether the ink remembers what the hand forgets. I woke in the tenement on forty-two of the Bellfounders' Walk, the air tasting of wet wool and old smoke, my fingers stained black to the knuckles. I am Tadhg Whelan, a dispatcher for the long-haul routes, and I had spent the night copying a forbidden text for the Bishop, a task that was supposed to be simple transcription, not a...

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