The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Institute for the Preservation of Order smelled of stale wine and ozone. It was a smell that clung to the velvet curtains, heavy and sweet, like the breath of a dying god. The chandeliers flickered, casting long, jittery shadows across the mahogany tables. Men in grey suits sat in rigid rows, their faces pale masks of bureaucratic calm. They were the keepers. The...

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