The Faded Sutra
The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain that erased the distinction between the cobblestones and the sky, wrapping the ancient towers in a shroud of damp wool and silence. Elara stood before the full-length mirror in her apartment, the glass fogged with her own breath, watching the reflection of a woman who had once been vibrant but was now...
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