The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The bell in the steeple did not ring for the dead. It rang for the living, a dull, iron thud that shook the dust from the rafters of the Town Hall. You sat at the head of the long oak table, your hands folded, your spine rigid. You were the Keeper of the Archive, the scholar of the town’s memory, and today you were being unmade. "Read it," said Mayor Holloway. His voice was thin, stretched over...

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