The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The quill scraped against the vellum with a sound like a fingernail dragging down a chalkboard, and Brother Thomas Bradshaw did not lift his head from the page. The candle flame, guttering in the draft that crept under the oak door, threw his shadow long and distorted against the stone wall, a dark, trembling figure that seemed to move independently of his body. He was copying the...

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