The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink was not merely black, but a void so absolute it seemed to pull the light from the air, and I held the parchment with fingers that trembled not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of its silence, standing in the center of the Obsidian Hall where the floor was polished to a mirror-like finish that reflected my own hollowed-out face back at me with a cruel, detached clarity....

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