The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of mud and rot. I sat in the corner of the tavern, the wood biting into my knees, and watched the water drip from the eaves in a rhythm that sounded suspiciously like a heartbeat. My hands were shaking. They always shook when the fever took hold, that low, burning tide that...

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