The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The castle of Blackwood sat upon the crag like a bruise that refused to heal, its stones dark and weeping with the constant damp of the northern sea. Inside the high halls, where the wind moaned through the keyholes like a lost soul, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old fear. Arthur was seven years old, though he carried himself with the stiff, unnatural grace of a boy who had...

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