The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dream began with the sound of roots tearing through concrete, a wet, fibrous shriek that cut through the sterile silence of the laboratory, where Dr. Elias Thorne stood before a glass tank that contained not water, but a swirling, viscous mist that pulsed with the rhythm of a failing heart, and in that mist floated the translucent, ghostly form of a single, perfect oak leaf, its veins...

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