The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The iron gate shrieked against its rusted hinges as I hauled it open, the sound tearing through the silence of the courtyard like a wound reopening in the flesh. My hand was still slick with the blood of the last insurgent I had dispatched, the metallic tang of it mixing with the ancient, dusty smell of the library that stood before me. I am not a man of letters. I am a soldier of the Crown,...

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