The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You stand before the mirror. It is not glass. It is a slab of polished obsidian, cold to the touch. Your reflection looks back. It is not you. It is a scholar. A man in tweed. He is holding a book. The book is open. The pages are blank. You look down at your own hands. They are trembling. You are in the Hall. The hall is vast. The ceiling is high. The air is thick. It smells of old stone and...

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