The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The iron gate of the Penitentiary does not open; it swings, with a groan like a dying animal, against the rusted hinge that has held it fast for forty years. You stand on the other side, your uniform pressed tight against a body that no longer belongs to you. The air here tastes of wet stone and old blood, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat. It is a Tuesday, though the date is...

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