The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The crack in the central pane of the Great Hall was not a flaw; it was a wound. Elias, the archivist, saw it first. It was a jagged line of lead and shattered cobalt, running from the apex of the rose window down to the stone floor. He stood before it, his breath shallow in the cold air of the nave, and felt the weight of the Bishop’s expectation settle upon his shoulders like a yoke of iron....

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