The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The fire started in the chrysanthemums. It was not a violent blaze, not at first, but a slow, hungry unraveling of the petals, the way a secret unravels in a room full of people who pretend not to hear. I was standing in the garden of the old manor, holding the last of the autumn blooms, and I watched as the green stems blackened and curled against the iron fence. My name is Silas Vane, and I...

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