The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You wake with blood in your mouth. It tastes of copper and old iron. You are in the cellar. The air is thick, damp, heavy with the scent of wet stone and rot. You try to move. Your chains do not rattle. They are silent. They are woven from something that is not metal. They are woven from words. Who put them there? You do not know. You are the Warden. You have been the Warden for thirty years....

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