The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink was black, but the paper was the color of old bone, a parchment that had seen too many winters to remain bright. Margaret Holloway sat in the center of the archive, a room that smelled of dust and dried lavender, the air so still it felt less like atmosphere and more like a solid medium in which she was suspended. She was not alone, though no one was physically present in the room with...

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