The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, gray curtain that turned the muddy lanes of the keep into rivers of slush, and I stood in the courtyard with my hands bound by wet rope, watching the water pool around the hem of my tunic while the garrison commander, a man named Aldous who wore his cruelty like a second skin, leaned against the stone wall and waited for me to speak. I did...

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