The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

"You have failed the assessment." The words hung in the air. Cold. Precise. I looked up. Mr. Ashworth sat behind the oak desk. His face was a mask. No anger. No pity. Only the weight of the institution. "I will review my notes," I said. My voice shook. I pressed my lips together. I held my breath. "Leave the room, Miss Holloway." I stood. My legs felt heavy. I walked to the door. I did not look...

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