The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink was still wet on the ledger when I broke the quill, the nib snapping with a sound like a small bone cracking in the dark. It was a trivial act, a petty rebellion against the damp cold that seeped through the limestone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude’s, but in that moment, holding the splintered wood, I felt a terrible, giddy liberation. I am Silas, or I was, before the bells began to...

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