The Faded Sutra
The tower stood in the mist. It was not built of stone, but of silence. Elias walked. His boots made no sound. The ground was soft. It was like walking on breath. He looked up. The top was lost in the grey. He needed to reach the top. He needed the answer. His wife, Clara, was dead. Or so he thought. She was gone. She had taken her things. She had left a note. The note was blank. He had read it...
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