The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windows of the city. I stood in the courtyard, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword. The steel was cold, familiar, and heavy. It was the only thing in this place that felt solid. Around me, the cobblestones were slick with moisture, reflecting the dim, amber light of the lanterns that had been...

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