The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Elara. The steward called her name from the head of the table, his voice cracking under the weight of the noise. The banquet hall of Oakhaven was a sea of candlelight and grease, the air thick with the smell of roasted boar and the sweat of three hundred men who had not slept in two days. Elara stood at the edge of the dais, her hands trembling not from cold, but from the metallic taste on her...

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