The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The pot was full. It was always full. Margaret stared at the black liquid bubbling in the iron cauldron. It smelled of burnt pine and old blood. Her hands trembled. She held the wooden spoon. The spoon was heavy. It was carved from yew. It was hers. "Is it ready, girl?" The voice came from the shadows. Old Thomas stood by the door. He did not look at the pot. He looked at her. His eyes were...

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