The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The parchment was brittle, yellowed to the color of old teeth, and smelled faintly of ozone and dried blood. I held it under the gaslight, the flame guttering in the draft that always crept up the spiral stairs of the Obsidian Spire, and I began to transcribe the final verse of the Sutra. My hand shook. It had been shaking for three days, a tremor that started in the wrist and traveled up the...

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