The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The hand trembled. Not from cold. From intent. Arthur stood before the glass. The mirror was ancient. It did not reflect. It held. Inside the silver depths, a shape waited. It wore Arthur’s face. It wore Arthur’s eyes. It wore Arthur’s soul. The soul was heavy. The soul was gray. The soul was tired. The room was small. Stone walls. A single window. High up. A sliver of moonlight. The air was...

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