The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

My hand trembled as I held the match to the corner of the parchment. The paper did not catch. It did not blacken or curl. It merely warmed against my fingertips, a gentle, living heat that seeped into the bone of my thumb. I struck the match again. And again. The flame sputtered and died, not from lack of oxygen, but as if the air itself had turned to stone around the ancient text. The study...

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