The Faded Sutra

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2026-08-17 09:27:53 -

The Faded Sutra

The morning fog lay heavy over the Institute of Botanical Preservation, a thick, white shroud that clung to the ivy-choked brickwork of the administrative wings. Inside, the air was sterile, smelling of floor wax and dried lavender, a scent that Margaret Holloway had long since stopped associating with calm and now linked only to the scent of institutional decay. She sat at her desk, a mahogany...

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