The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The hall was too bright. The lights buzzed like angry wasps trapped in glass. I stood by the buffet table. My hands shook. I held a plate of cold turkey. It was gray. It looked like ash. "Tommy," my wife, Elena, said. Her voice was sharp. She cut through the air. "Stop staring." I looked up. She was laughing. She was laughing at someone I couldn't see. Her face was tight. Her eyes were hard....

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