The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The necklace is gone. It was a chain of black glass beads. Simple. Heavy. It sat against my collarbone for twenty years. It was the only thing I owned that did not belong to the House. I found a single bead on the floor of the chapel. It was cracked. Split down the middle. Like a dry seed. I am Margaret. I live in the House. The House is white. It stands on a cliff. The sea is gray. The wind is...

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