The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The air in the Chapel of Echoes tasted of copper and old rain. It was not a place I recognized, yet my boots knew the mud. The ground was soft, yielding to my weight with a wet, heavy sigh. I stood in the center of a circle of white stones. There was no sky above, only a ceiling of swirling grey mist that seemed to breathe. I was a soldier. I was a guard. I was the one who held the line. My...

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