The Faded Sutra
The gavel struck the mahogany sound block with a crack that echoed like a bone breaking, and in that sharp, sterile silence, Silas Vane felt the weight of the room settle onto his shoulders not as guilt, but as a dense, physical pressure, a gravitational pull that threatened to crush the delicate architecture of his patience. He stood before the judge, a man whose face was a map of rigid lines...
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