The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet hall of the White Court did not smell of roasted pheasant or spiced wine, as the ledgers of the old kings had promised, but of wet ash and the cloying, metallic sweetness of rotting marrow. It was a feast that defied the natural order of things, a sprawling, grotesque abundance laid out on tables that stretched into a mist so thick it swallowed the far wall. Here, in this suspended...

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