The Faded Sutra
Act I Three days before his mandatory retirement, Guenter Kessler woke with the smell of burnt vellum in his nostrils, the heat of the phantom fire still clinging to the back of his neck. He sat up in the narrow cot of his staff quarters, the air in the room thick and cold, and knew with a certainty that felt like a physical blow that the final page of the Sutra of Silence was waiting for him...
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