The Faded Sutra
The wind did not merely blow across the moor; it scoured the landscape with a persistent, abrasive patience that seemed to strip the very soul from the stones, leaving behind a silence so heavy and dense that it felt less like an absence of sound and more like a physical weight pressing down upon the shoulders of anyone foolish enough to stand still, and it was into this void of grey,...
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