The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain had not stopped for three days. It tapped against the single window of the attic room with a rhythmic, persistent insistence, like a finger counting down the seconds until the end of something. Margaret sat by the window, her hands resting in her lap. They were not her own. Or rather, they were not entirely. The skin was tight, translucent, stretched over bones that felt too large for...

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