The Faded Sutra
The dream was grey. It smelled of wet wool and old paper. Liam stood in the hall of the house. He was seven. The floorboards creaked under his shoes. He was looking for his mother. The house was large. The shadows were long. The air was cold. He could not find her. He knew where she was. He knew the secret. The secret was in the blue coat. He woke up. The sheets were damp. His chest ached. He...
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