The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate smelled of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the thick, cloying sweetness of burnt honey, a scent that clung to the velvet drapes and seemed to permeate the very bones of the guests who sat at the long oak table. Margot, the wife of the master of the house, sat rigidly in her high-backed chair, her fingers trembling slightly as she gripped the stem of her...

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