The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old wine. It was thick, a physical weight that pressed against the eyes and clogged the throat. We stood in a semicircle, the candidates for the new Order, our hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, intoxicating magnitude of what we were about to surrender. The Great Archive lay before us, a cavernous vault of stone and shadow,...

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