The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink was wet on the page, but it was not the ink that frightened you; it was the silence that followed the sound of the nib scratching against the vellum. You sat in the high-backed chair of the archival basement, the air thick with the scent of dust and decaying paper, a smell that had long since become the very breath of your existence. Above you, the ceiling beams groaned under the weight...

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