The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink on the Sutra is not merely black; it is a living thing, a viscous, oily substance that smells of burnt hair and old copper, and it has been burning my right hand for the last forty-eight hours, a pain so sharp and specific that it feels less like a wound and more like a second heartbeat, a frantic, arrhythmic pulse that reminds me, with every tick of the clock in the Ministry of...

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