The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The feast was loud. It was a cacophony of silverware clinking against bone china, of wine sloshing in crystal decanters, and of voices raised in the sharp, brittle laughter of the elite. I sat at the head of the long oak table in the Great Hall of Blackwood Manor, my hands trembling beneath the white linen tablecloth. The air smelled of roasted pheasant, lavender, and the stale, metallic scent...

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