The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

My hands were already stained black by the time the first wave of smoke curled through the window of the scriptorium, carrying the scent of burning oak and the distant, wet cough of the dying. I was copying the final verse of the sutra, the ink a thick, viscous sludge that refused to dry, pooling in the hollows of the parchment like a dark, living thing that demanded to be fed. The year was...

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