The Faded Sutra
The ice breaks. You are standing on the frozen surface of the reservoir, the air so cold it feels like a physical weight pressing against your lungs, and beneath your boots the ancient sheet of blue water is fracturing into a thousand jagged shards. You look down, expecting to see the dark, cold depths, but instead you see only your own reflection, distorted and shattering, a mosaic of your...
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