The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink in my well was freezing. I watched the quill tip stiffen, a black shard of ice forming against the vellum, and I knew that if I did not finish the final illumination by nightfall, the Sutra would remain incomplete, and the silence in the library would become a scream. I am Elias, a scribe of forty-two years, and for the last three winters I have served the Abbey of St. Jude, yet I have...

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