The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The glass jar sat on the counter of the community center, its surface clouded by decades of condensation and fingerprints, a vessel that had once held something precious but now held only the heavy, wet air of a Tuesday afternoon in suburban Ohio. Inside, suspended in a thick, amber-colored gel that smelled faintly of lavender and old money, was a single, perfect human eye, wide open and...

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