The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink did not dry; it seeped. Elias Thorne watched the black fluid sink into the vellum of the *Codex of Silence*, and he felt the corresponding prickle in his own wrist. It was a cold night in Oakhaven, the kind that settled into the bones and stayed there, but the heat in Elias’s veins was a different matter. It was the heat of the text, a slow, rhythmic pulse that matched his own...

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