The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The fire took the library at dawn. It did not roar. It whispered. A dry, papery sigh that smelled of vanilla and ash. Margaret stood on the cobblestones of High Street, her hands clenched until her knuckles turned white. She watched the roof beams collapse. The timber groaned under the weight of its own burning history. The smoke curled upward, a gray column defying the blue sky. It was a...

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