The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink did not dry; it bled. It seeped into the parchment with a slow, wet hunger, spreading out like bruises on the skin of the world, turning the white void into a map of suffering. Captain Elias Thorne stood before the high table in the Great Hall of the Citadel of Aethelgard, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the violent, rhythmic thrumming of his own blood. The hall was empty...

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