The Faded Sutra
The carriage wheels bit into the cobblestones of the Grand Square, kicking up a cloud of dust that hung in the pale morning air like suspended ash. Elias Thorne stood by the iron railing, his fingers white-knuckled around the metal, watching Julian’s silhouette shrink until it vanished behind the archway leading to the capital. The boy had gone to study the old scripts, leaving Elias alone with...
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