The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The iron tasted of rust and old blood. Thomas spit into the dirt. He wiped his mouth with a sleeve that was already stiff with grime. The air in the barracks was thick, heavy with the smell of sweat and unwashed wool. It sat on the lungs like a wet blanket. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. Not from cold. It was a tremor that started in the marrow and rattled up to the knuckles. His...

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