The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink dried before the parchment could hold it, a fact I recorded in the ledger with a hand that trembled not from cold but from the weight of what I was becoming. I am Harald Moen, forty-two, a scribe in the Imperial Archive, and I am dying by the drop. My lungs have collapsed into a wet, rattling cavity, a pressure that feels less like pain and more like a heavy stone being slowly crushed...

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