The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The tincture was cold in Arthur’s hand, the glass vial slick with condensation that smelled of iron and old paper. He stood in the center of the library, the air thick and damp, pressing against his skin like a wet wool blanket. The Rot had moved again overnight. It crept across the spines of the history volumes, a pale, fuzzy bloom that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic throb, indifferent to the...

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