The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dream was not of water, but of glass. Eleanor stood in the center of the kitchen. The linoleum was yellow, worn thin by decades of heel and heel. Above the sink, a single pane of the window had shattered. Not broken by a stone. Not broken by a fist. It had simply given way. The edges were sharp as teeth. A cold draft slithered through the gap. It carried no scent of rain. It carried the...

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