The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The town of Oakhaven held its breath on the night of the harvest ball. The air smelled of damp earth, roasting corn, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that seemed to seep from the pores of the old stone church. Inside the nave, hundreds of candles flickered against the high, vaulted ceilings, casting long, trembling shadows that danced like restless spirits. The stone walls, thick with...

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