The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it hammered against the high, arched windows of the Abbey of St. Jude, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias’s bones. He stood in the center of the scriptorium, the smell of oak gall ink and wet stone thick in his throat, and watched the water streak down the glass in long, shivering lines. Outside, the world was a smear...

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