The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain against the windows of the sub-basement archive was not water, but a static hum, a low-frequency vibration that seemed to seep into the bone marrow. I stood before the glass case, my reflection pale and distorted in the polished surface, a ghost trapped in a museum of forgotten things. The air smelled of ozone and old paper, a scent that had long ago replaced the smell of my own skin....

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