The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The fluorescent lights hum a low, electric drone. You sit at the desk. The plastic is cold. It bites into your forearms. You are a node in the system. A processor. A leaf on the vine. The vine is the building. The building is the machine. You breathe in the recycled air. It tastes of ozone and old paper. Your name is Marcus. It is a label. A tag on a box. You are not Marcus. You are the...

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