The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink is wet. It is always wet. You sit in the scriptorium of St. Jude’s, the air thick with the smell of oak gall and rot, your hand trembling as you hold the quill. It is Thursday. Friday is the day of judgment, the day the pension committee meets, and the day you must deliver the illuminated manuscript of the Last Judgment to Father Thomas. You have been a scribe for twenty years. Twenty...

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