The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The fire did not start with a spark. It began with a sound. A dry, tearing crack, like the splitting of a knuckle, followed by the smell of hot oil and old paper. Elias Vance stood in the center of the Grand Hall, his tie loosened, his hands trembling. He was a man who had spent forty years cataloging the silence of archives. Now, the silence was screaming. The flames licked at the ceiling...

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