The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The feast was a lie. The tables stretched long. Cloth white as bone. Silver cold to the touch. We ate. We drank. The wine was dark. It tasted of iron. And old earth. I looked at Elias. He sat across from me. His face was bright. But his eyes were dead. Like stones in a well. He did not look at me. He looked at his plate. He ate the meat. He chewed slowly. He swallowed. I wanted to speak. My...

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