The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain in Blackwood did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended judgment that dampened the wool of my cloak and the very stones of the cobblestones. I walked, I walked, I walked, the rhythm of my boots against the wet slate the only heartbeat I could trust, for my own had long since gone silent in the hollow of my chest, replaced by a leaden ache that mirrored the stone spires...

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