The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The iron gate groaned, a sound like a dying animal, as Marcus pushed it open with both hands. His shoulders were broad, mapped with the pale scars of old battles, but his grip was trembling. He stood at the threshold of the Citadel, a structure that seemed less like stone and more like a living thing that had forgotten how to sleep. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and old...

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