The Faded Sutra
The feast of the Order of the Silver Veil was held in the great hall of the Abbey of St. Jude, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted swan, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of incense that clung to the stone arches like a persistent ghost. Margaret Holloway sat at the lower end of the long oak table, her hands folded beneath her chin, watching the candlelight flicker across the...
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