The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

I woke in the damp dark, the taste of iron and rot on my tongue. The air was thick, heavy as wet wool, pressing against my lungs. I could not move. My hands were bound with strips of silk, cold and slick. I knew where I was. The Palace. The Hall of Whispers. I had been summoned. Again. The door opened. Light spilled in, harsh and white. It blinded me. I squinted, my head throbbing. A figure...

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