The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain does not fall; it is exhaled. It presses against the glass of the window, a grey, weeping skin that blurs the world outside into a smear of wet charcoal and dying autumn. You sit in the high-backed chair, the leather cracked and cold beneath your palms. You are alone, or so you believe, in the study that smells of damp paper and the metallic tang of old blood. On the desk before you...

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