The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink did not merely stain the parchment; it ate it. Margaret Holloway stood before the Great Ledger, her fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, terrifying weight of what she held. The scriptorium was a cathedral of silence, a place where the air smelled of oak gall, iron, and the slow decay of time itself. Outside, the siege lines had tightened for the third week. The siege...

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