The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The coat was too big. You knew it was too big the moment you pulled the sleeves over your knuckles. The wool smelled of dust and old rain. It hung to your mid-calf, swallowing your small frame in a sea of brown. You were nine. The village square was paved with cobblestones worn smooth by centuries of carts and feet. You stood there, shivering, not from the cold, but from the weight of the...

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