The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The feast was held in the high chamber of the old monastery, a place where the air tasted of dust and ancient stone, and the candlelight flickered against walls that had witnessed centuries of silence. I sat at the long oak table, my hands wrapped around a cup of warm ale, feeling the heat seep into my palms, a small, fragile comfort in the vast, cold room. Father Elias sat at the head of the...

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