The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink was already on my hands before the bell rang, a black sludge that seeped into the whorls of my fingerprints and stained the skin of my palms. I stood in the center of the circular chamber, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old dust, surrounded by the quiet, watching presence of the Guild’s three senior masters. They did not speak. They did not need to. The silence was a...

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