The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The iron chalice sat upon the high table, its surface pitted by a corrosion that seemed less like rust and more like the slow, grey ash of a fire that had long since died out, holding within its depths a liquid that shimmered with an opalescent, sickly sheen, reflecting the chandelier’s cold, crystalline light in fragments that danced like the eyes of drowned things. I stood before it, my hands...

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