The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The jar was cracked. A thin, white fissure ran from the rim down to the base, splitting the glass like a dry riverbed. Inside, the ointment had turned a murky, olive brown. It smelled of rot and old iron. Elias stood in the center of the village square, the jar clutched in his left hand. His right hand hung at his side, trembling slightly. The morning air was cold, biting at his exposed skin,...

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