The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The mud on the road was deep. It sucked at my boots with a sound like a dying breath. I pulled free and kept walking. The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of wet iron and old leaves. I was walking toward the Hall. I had no choice. They said I had to go. They said I had failed. I am a fighter. That is all I am. I do not think of myself as a man, or a friend, or a son. I am a tool. A...

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