The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink on the ledger did not dry; it wept. Captain Elias Thorne stood before the massive oak desk in the center of the blackened room, his hands trembling not from the chill that seeped through the floorboards of the abandoned mill, but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the words bleeding from the parchment. The air was thick with the scent of wet iron and old dust, a miasma that coated...

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