The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You are pressing the black paste into the split on your thumb, the smell of charred bone and wet ash rising into the cold air of the granary. It is a thick, viscous substance, cold as river mud, and it stings with a sharp, metallic bite that feels suspiciously like life. Elias, thirty-four, border warden of Oakhaven, watches the cut knit together under his gaze. The skin pulls tight, pale and...

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