The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The King’s breath rattled in his chest like dry leaves. I knelt. The floor was cold. "Lord Ashworth," he wheezed. "The frost. It does not leave." I looked at him. His skin was grey. "Your Majesty," I said. "I have searched." "Search again," he whispered. "Bring the sun." I stood. My knees ached. I walked out. The hall was empty. The courtiers had fled. They feared the chill. I carried my...

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