The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink is red. It should be black, iron-gall, dry and permanent, but it beads on the vellum like fresh blood. You are Elias, forty-two, and your eyes are failing. The cataracts have crept in like frost on a windowpane, blurring the world until only the text remains sharp. You want to transcribe the Faded Sutra. You believe that by copying the words, you will cure your sight. You believe that...

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