The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet hall in the hospital smelled of antiseptic and burnt toast, a cloying mixture that hung in the air like a thick, invisible fog. It was a celebration of sorts, though no one had the nerve to name it as such. We gathered around the long, varnished table, the plastic tablecloths crinkling under the weight of silverware that looked too heavy for the trembling hands that held it. The...

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