The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The mist clings to the valley floor like a burial shroud, thick and grey, swallowing the rusted railings of the pedestrian bridge as you stand there with your sister, Elara, whose hand is warm and dry in yours, a small anchor in the vast, shifting dark. You are twelve years old, or perhaps thirteen, but age is a fluid thing in the Hollow, where the years stretch and contract like the tide, and...

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