The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Eleanor Vance sat in the sterile, beige quiet of the archive room, where the air was kept at a constant, dry temperature that seemed to suck the moisture from her very skin, and she watched the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that pierced the heavy blinds, thinking that the plants on the windowsill had not died as she had feared they would, but rather had transformed into something...

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