The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The train groaned. It shook. The glass rattled in its frame. Elias sat. He watched the rain. It blurred the world. He was a restorer. He fixed things. He made them new. He made them lie. His hands were steady. They were always steady. He held a small brass tool. It was a chisel. It was sharp. It was clean. The car was empty. No one else. Just him. Just the noise. The wheels clacked. Tick. Tick....

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