The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The heavy, iron-bound volume lay in Elara’s hands, its weight a physical burden that seemed to pull her shoulders toward the earth. It was a thing of dense, unyielding oak and cracked leather, smelling of stale incense and the damp rot of the cellar where it had been kept for three centuries. Outside the window, the village of Oakhaven churned with the grey smoke of bonfires, the air thick with...

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