The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink on your fingers is black and gritty, grinding into the whorls of your skin as you scrub at the stone table with a coarse rag. You are Elias, forty years old, a monk-guard who has spent two decades sweeping the cloister floors and guarding the scriptorium, and you are trying to keep the dead body of your father from falling apart before the winter solstice. The air in the small stone...

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