The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The castle burned. Not all at once. It started in the kitchens. Then the tapestries. Then the roof. Commander Elias Thorne stood on the balcony. He watched the smoke. It tasted like copper. It tasted like old blood. He did not run. Running was for those who had not yet learned the weight of the sword. The fire jumped to the chapel. The bells rang. Not by hand. By wind. The wind screamed. "Sir,"...

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