The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The bell did not ring. It screamed. A sound like tearing metal ripped through the quiet of the Hall of Records. Margaret Holloway dropped her quill. Ink splattered across the parchment, a black star blooming on the white page. Outside, the sky was the color of a bruise. Purple and swollen. The air tasted of copper and ozone. She knew what it meant. The Veil was thinning. Margaret was the...

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