The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The smoke had a taste of copper and old ash, a flavor that coated the back of Margaret Holloway’s throat as she hunched over the parchment, her quill trembling not from fear but from the desperate, frantic need to finish the final line before the world outside the scriptorium dissolved into cinders. She was thirty-two years old, a scribe in the crumbling monastery of St. Jude, and she was not...

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