The Faded Sutra
"You are late," said the Abbot. His voice was not loud, but it carried the weight of stones dropping into a deep well. "The incense has burned to ash. The window is closed. You have broken the covenant." Margaret did not apologize. She stood in the doorway of the cloister, the morning mist clinging to her woolen skirts like wet skin. In her left hand, she held the object that had caused this...
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