The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall. It seeped. It came from the stone itself. From the damp wool of the walls. It was a cold, gray sweat that never dried. Silas stood in the center of the hall. He was not a man. Not exactly. He was a shape made of shadow and silence. A thing of the old wood. The villagers called him a leper. They called him a demon. They did not look at him. They looked at the mud on his...

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