The Faded Sutra
The bell had stopped. It hung in the tower. It was cracked. Elara stood in the square. The mud sucked at her boots. She did not look up. The sky was grey. The grey was heavy. It pressed on her chest. Around her, the villagers shouted. "Silence!" The voice came from the porch. It was Master Aldric. He wore black. The black was too bright. It shone like oil. He held a scroll. The paper was white....
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