The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink had dried into a scab upon the parchment, a dark, crusty testament to a vow that no longer held weight in the air of the great hall, where the dust motes danced in the slanted light of the afternoon sun with a malice that seemed to mock the very idea of permanence. Sir Thomas Bradshaw sat upon the high-backed chair of ebony wood, his hands folded in his lap with a stillness that was not...

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