The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not move; it hung, thick and golden, like varnish over a wound. I stood at the bottom of the long, sloping dais, my boots polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the distorted faces of the Council above. There were seven of them, seated in high-backed chairs of dark mahogany, their faces obscured by the heavy shadows of the chandeliers that burned with an...

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