The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet wool. I stood in a market square that defied geometry. The cobblestones were warm, breathing under my boots. Around me, stalls displayed goods that shimmered like oil on water. Silk that whispered secrets. Glass that held trapped lightning. I wore a suit of charcoal wool, tailored to fit a body that felt heavier than it should. In my hand, I...

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