The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The feast was a violence of silver and bone, a riot of noise that shook the rafters of the great hall in Oakhaven. You stood at the edge of the table, your hands steady, your eyes fixed on the plate before you. It was a dish of roasted quail, glazed in a honey that had been mixed with ground iron filings and a dust so fine it looked like starlight. The air smelled of roasting fat, of old wood,...

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