The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You wake up in the mud. It is not the wet, gray mud of the trenches back home, but something thick and black and alive, smelling of rot and ancient iron. You are wearing your uniform, the heavy wool of the Royal Army, but the buttons are gone. The insignia is gone. There is only the fabric, stained and torn, clinging to your skin like a second, dying shell. You do not know how long you have...

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