The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink was thick, the smell of crushed lapis and bone ash heavy in the air, and Elias Thorne’s hands were stained blue to the wrist. He sat in the cramped scriptorium, the wooden frame of the *Sutra of Silence* before him, his breath fogging in the thin, cold light that filtered through the high, narrow windows. The vellum was stretched tight, waiting for the final illumination, the gold leaf...

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