The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dream is always the same, a sterile white void where the architecture of your soul is dismantled by a slow, invisible tide. You are standing in the center of a vast, industrial cathedral, the kind of structure built not for worship but for the efficient processing of human souls into raw material. The air smells of ozone and old copper, the metallic tang of a bloodline that has been...

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