The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

"You left it behind." The voice was cold. It belonged to Major Halloway. He stood in the doorway of the tent, silhouetted against the gray dawn. I was still in my uniform. The wool chafed against my skin. I did not look up. I was cleaning my boots. The leather was dry. It cracked under the brush. "I packed everything," I said. My voice sounded thin. "Check the truck," Halloway said. He did not...

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