The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You stand in the center of the hall, the floorboards groaning beneath your weight like old men complaining of the rain, and you hold the ledger in your hands, its leather cover cracked and weeping a faint, sweet rot that smells of dried lavender and decay. The candlelight flickers, casting long, trembling shadows that dance against the stone walls, but you do not look at them. You look at the...

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