The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dream was not a dream but a long, slow bleeding of light into the grey stone of the sanctuary, where you stood holding the heavy, iron-bound tome that your father had sworn to protect, the weight of it pressing against your small hands as if it contained the entire burden of the village’s sins, and you, a boy of ten years with eyes too wide for your face, watched the monks in their coarse...

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