The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink on the parchment was not black, but the deep, bruised purple of a plum skin left too long in the sun, and it bled into the fibers with a slow, wet urgency that suggested it was still alive, still trying to find its way out of the dead tree. You held the fragment in your hands, your fingers trembling not from the chill of the October air that cut through the wool of your coat, but from...

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