The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink did not dry; it migrated. I woke in the year of our Lord 1342 with the dark fluid pulsing beneath the skin of my forearms, a cold, viscous tide that had seeped through the parchment and into the flesh of my veins. I am Elias, a scribe of forty years, and I had spent the last decade of my life trying to secure a pension by completing the *Codex Aeterna*, a work of such immense...

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