The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The parchment lay on the oak table, stained with a bruise of brown that looked too much like a clot. I read the date, then the name, then the price. Three pence for the ink. Two pence for the quill. One penny for the silence. I signed the bottom, the nib scratching a sharp, final sound against the fiber. The Prior stood behind me, his shadow falling across my hand, blocking the light from the...

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