The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The bread was black. It sat in the center of the table. A wheel of dark, dense loaves. I stared at it. The crust was cracked. Like old skin. Like dry earth. I had baked it. My hands were stained. The flour had seeped into the cuts. I did not care. I was the Keeper. I served the High Table. My brother was dead. He lay in the crypt below. His face was calm. His hands were crossed. He had been a...

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