The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The morning bell in the town of Oakhaven did not ring so much as it groaned, a low, metallic thrum that vibrated through the floorboards of my cottage and settled, heavy and cold, in the marrow of my bones. I sat at the mahogany desk, a slab of wood so old it had absorbed the scent of a century’s worth of dust and silent grief, and I held the vial of *Aqua Vitae* in my trembling hand. The...

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