The Faded Sutra
Chapter One "Debt due: one soul, unpaid. Interest accruing." The ledger entry sat in the margin of the parchment, ink still wet, smelling of iron and old urine. Dong Tang stared at it, the quill trembling in his hand. The air in the scriptorium was heavy with damp stone and rotting vellum, a physical weight that pressed against his lungs. He was thirty years old, and his hands were stained...
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