The Faded Sutra
The city of Oakhaven did not sleep so much as it held its breath, a collective suspension of reality that had settled over the cobblestone streets like a heavy, gray frost. It was the year the plague of shadows arrived, a malady that did not rot the flesh but drained the light from within the soul. Men and women walked with their heads bowed, their eyes clouded by a creeping darkness that began...
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