The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain tapped against the leaded glass. It was a steady, rhythmic sound. Like a clock. But a clock with no hands. Thomas sat in the high chair. The leather was cold. He wore a grey suit. It fit him too well. Or perhaps he had shrunk. He looked at the desk. The desk was oak. It was ancient. It held only one object. A book. The cover was black. The pages were white. There were no words on the...

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