The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain woven from the breath of the dying year. You walked the ridge, your boots finding purchase on the slick shale, the cold seeping through the thick wool of your tunic until it became a part of your skin. You were the Warden of the Boundary, a title that sounded grand in the hall but felt heavy on the road. Your task was simple, or so the...

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