The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world. Elias stood at the edge of the black mud, his hands trembling. Not from cold. From the weight of the thing in his pocket. It was a coin. Small. Round. Worn smooth by centuries of thumbs that were no longer there. He had found it in the root system of the great oak. The tree was dead, or perhaps...

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