The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The cart wheels bit into the clay of the old road, a grinding sound that seemed to scrape against the very bones of the earth. I had been walking since dawn, my hands bound by the weight of what I carried, and the sun hung low and orange in a sky stripped of clouds, looking less like a god and more like a bruised eye watching me stumble. I was Thomas, the keeper of the Vial, a title that had...

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