The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dampness in the Ironwood Forest did not smell of rot, as one might expect from such dense, ancient growth, but of iron filings and old blood. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat on the moss-eaten log outside the outpost, his back rigid against the chill, clutching a silk shawl that had once been the color of a summer sky but was now fraying at the edges, the weave thinning like a promise kept too...

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