The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The magistrate’s voice cracked like a dry twig. "Elias, you are dismissed." I stood up. My knees popped. The chair scraped against the stone floor, a sound that seemed too loud for the small, dusty room. I looked at the man in the black robe. He did not look back. He was already writing in his ledger, the quill scratching a rhythm that felt like a heartbeat. I walked to the door. The wood was...

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