The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain had been falling on the roof of the Institute for Three Days, a relentless, drumming static that seemed to drown out the sound of my own thoughts, yet I could hear the water dripping from the eaves with a clarity that felt like a physical intrusion. I sat in my office, a room that smelled of wet wool and old paper, and watched the condensation form on the windowpane. Outside, the world...

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