The Faded Sutra
The blade bit deep. Serious. Cold. The guard was bleeding. Not much. Just a thin line. A red ribbon. It fell on the snow. It looked like a mistake. A stain on the white. Thomas stood still. His hands shook. He looked at the man on the ground. The man looked up. His eyes were wide. Not with fear. With confusion. Why? Thomas did not know. He raised the sword again. The air was thin. It hurt his...
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