The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth, a metallic tang that lingered even after I had rinsed it away with cold, dirty water from the stream. The dream had been vivid, a recurring nightmare of ink bleeding into parchment, of letters dissolving under the weight of too many hands. I was a man who carried words, though I wore no robes of scholarship. I was a soldier, a warrior of the low ranks,...

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