The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The letter was written on heavy, cream-colored stock, the ink a faded violet that smelled faintly of iron. Elias held the paper over the brazier, the heat warping the edges until they curled like burnt leaves. It was a bill. Not for goods, but for memory. The Archivist had sent it, as he did every month, itemizing the cost of the vial Elias kept in his waistcoat. Forty coppers for the glass....

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