The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, persistent mist that clung to the damp flagstones of the Blackwood Institute’s courtyard, blurring the distinction between the living and the stone that watched them. I stood there, Elias Thorne, junior archivist, my knuckles white as I gripped a ledger that smelled of mildew and old blood, the paper slick against my trembling palms. It was...

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