The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The old man sat on the edge of the muddy track, his hands resting on his knees as if he were waiting for a carriage that had not come in a century, and he looked at the young traveler with a patience that felt less like politeness and more like the slow erosion of stone. The young man, whose name was Arthur, adjusted the heavy strap of the satchel across his chest, feeling the weight of the...

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