The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain against the window of the infirmary was not a sound but a presence, a heavy, wet hand pressing against the glass, and I watched it bead and slide with the slow, deliberate patience of a man who has decided that time is no longer a river he must cross but a lake he has finally sunk into, and in that sinking I found a strange, terrible comfort, for the ache in my left knee, the one that...

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