The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

In the dream, the soup was not soup at all but a viscous, amber fluid that smelled of burnt hair and old library dust, and it rose from a bowl of black obsidian to fill the air of the circular dining room, a room that was clearly the Senate’s private committee chamber though the pillars were made of twisted ribbons of raw nerve endings, and Professor Elias Thorne stood at the head of the table,...

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