The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The feast was a riot of copper and wine, the air thick with the smell of roasting lamb and the sweeter, more cloying scent of anxiety that clings to the skin when too many eyes are watching. You sat at the far end of the long table in the Great Hall of St. Jude’s, your hands trembling beneath the linen tablecloth, not from the cold that crept in through the cracks of the ancient stone, but from...

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