The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The sulfur taste was copper in the back of your throat. You counted the pages. One hundred and forty-two. The royal ledger was a beast of leather and vellum, heavy enough to break a wrist if swung, and you had carried it up the tower stairs for three hours while the bells tolled for the dead. Your father, the old King, lay on the straw pallet, his breath a rattle like dry leaves skittering over...

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