The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink was already bleeding. Elias watched the black liquid seep through the parchment. It was not a spill. It was a wound. The letter he had been writing for three days, the one intended for the High Magistrate of the Citadel, was dissolving into a dark smear. The words *I beg your pardon* turned into a void. The words *my brother is alive* became a stain. He did not wipe it. He could not....

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