The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

In the dream, the ink was a living thing, a black vein pulsing beneath the translucent skin of the vellum, and Julian knew with a certainty that bypassed reason that his own heart beat in sync with the drying of the letters on the page. He woke in the cold, damp air of the scriptorium, the smell of oak gall and iron rust clinging to the back of his throat, the silence of the monastery pressing...

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