The Faded Sutra
You are standing in the rain, or perhaps you are standing in the static that has replaced the rain, a fine gray mist that tastes of copper and old pennies, and you are wearing your dress uniform, the one with the brass buttons that have tarnished into the color of dried blood, and you feel the weight of the epaulets on your shoulders as if they are living things, pressing down on your spine,...
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