The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The chapel was not a place of worship so much as it was a mouth. It sat on the ridge above the village of Oakhaven, its stone face worn smooth by centuries of rain and wind, looking down at the valley with the heavy, unblinking eyes of a tired god. Margaret Holloway woke in the mud at the base of the hill, her head pounding with a rhythm that matched the distant tolling of the bell. She did not...

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