The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dream was not a dream. It was a place. Elara stood at the edge of the glass. Below, the city of Veridia sprawled in a grid of white light. It was perfect. It was silent. The buildings were monoliths of polished quartz, reflecting the pale sun that never set. There were no shadows. There was no wind. She looked down at her hands. They were translucent. She could see the blue veins pulsing...

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