The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The air in the holding cell was thick, stagnant, and smelled of wet wool and old blood. You sat on the metal bench, your knees drawn up to your chest, your hands resting on your thighs. They were still shaking. It had been four hours since the incident at the perimeter fence, but your body did not know the difference between then and now. The fluorescent light above buzzed with a low,...

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