The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The door to the administrative office clicked shut with a finality that felt less like closure and more like burial. Thomas sat in the plastic chair, the kind that molded to the spine but offered no support, and watched the dust motes dance in the single shaft of afternoon light. He was seven. His knees were pressed together, a defensive posture he had perfected in the months leading up to this...

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