The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and rotting leaves, and you stood in the center of the plaza with your hands wrapped around a leather-bound book that felt less like an object and more like a living thing, a cold, pulsing weight against your chest. You were a soldier, or you had been, before the war ended and the...

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