The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The bell rang at midnight. It did not chime. It cracked. A deep, wooden groan rose from the tower, vibrating in the teeth of everyone within the keep. Sir Thomas stood by the cold hearth. He held his sword. The blade was still warm from the day’s work. The house was silent. The silence was heavy. It pressed against the windows. Outside, the rain fell. It hammered the stone. It sought the...

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