The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink in my quill had dried into a black, cracked scab long before I attempted to write the final line of the chronicle, yet the act of reaching for the stylus remained a ritual of such profound, physical weight that my hand trembled with the memory of the motion. I sat in the high tower of the Abbey of Saint Jude, a place where the stone walls breathed with the damp chill of centuries and...

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