The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The fire did not begin as a spark, but as a whisper, a dry susurration of paper meeting the heat of the hearthstone, a sound that traveled through the deep, oak-beamed silence of the manor house like a secret told too late. I stood in the center of the library, my uniform crisp and unworn, the brass buttons catching the orange glow that was now the only light source in the world, illuminating...

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