The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The silk dress hung in the center of the room, a ghostly white thing that seemed to breathe in the stagnant air of the throne room, though the court was long since emptied of its living attendees. I stood before it, my hands trembling not from cold but from a fatigue so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my shoulders, crushing the breath out of my lungs. I was old now, or...

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