The Faded Sutra
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so profound it seemed to crack the very stone of the abbey, a quiet that swallowed the wind and the distant tolling of the midnight bell, leaving only the dry, brittle breath of ancient vellum waiting for its judgment. Brother Thomas, a scholar whose mind had long since outgrown the confines of his monastic cell, stood before the Great...
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