The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The glue pot bubbled on the hot plate, a smell like burnt sugar and old varnish that clung to the back of your throat. You were holding the spine of the *Codex Aeternus* with a bone folder, pressing the leather down, trying to smooth out a ripple that had appeared near the bottom margin. It was a small thing, a wrinkle in the hide, but it looked like a scar. You looked up at the bookshelf where...

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