The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dream began with the sound of a zipper tearing through silk. It was a wet, visceral rip that echoed in the sterile white void of Gerald’s subconscious, a sound like a vein popping under a fingernail. In the dream, he stood before a vast, gray wall that stretched infinitely in both directions, and hanging on it were thousands of identical gray suits. They hung limp, lifeless, their lapels...

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