The Faded Sutra
The first thing you learn when you enter the house of the Mind is that silence has a texture, and it is rough, like sandpaper against raw skin. "Do you hear it?" Elias asked. He was twelve, small for his age, with hair the color of dried wheat and eyes that seemed too old for his face. He stood in the center of the Atrium, a vast, white void that stretched out in every direction, defying the...
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