The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone. It was a scent that seemed to settle into the pores of the skin, a heavy, suffocating perfume of power. Margaret stood at the edge of the long oak table, her fingers trembling slightly against the cold silver of her goblet. Around her, the lords and ladies of the High Council moved with a practiced grace, their laughter sharp and...

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