The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink moves. You have seen it before, in the quiet hours when the candle flame dips low and the shadows lengthen across the vellum. It is a subtle thing, a shifting of the script as if the letters are breathing, correcting their own errors before the scribe can even lift his quill. You are Thomas, twelve years old, and your fingers are stained permanently black from the gallnut and iron gall...

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