The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet hall was not a room, but a suspended pocket of air, drifting through a void that hummed with the static of dead stars. It was a place of impossible geometry, where the chandeliers were made of frozen lightning and the tables were long slabs of obsidian that reflected not the guests, but the memories they had tried to bury. I sat at the far end, my hands wrapped around a goblet of...

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