The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink was not merely a substance but a living, breathing entity that had seeped into the very marrow of Brother Silas’s hands, turning the skin a shade of bruised violet that no amount of lye or scrubbing with pumice could ever fully banish, a permanent testament to the sacred texts he had spent the better part of three decades copying by the flickering, unreliable light of tallow candles in...

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