The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The mist clung to the valley floor like a shroud. Elara walked. Her boots were worn thin. The mud sucked at her heels. She did not look back. She could not. To look back was to admit defeat. And Elara had never admitted defeat. Not to the cold. Not to the hunger. Not to the men who counted the coins in the church treasury and frowned at her. She was a seer. That was the word they used. A seer...

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