The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You wear the coat. It is not a coat. It is a skin you stole from a man who drowned in the river. It is wool. It is heavy. It smells of wet stone and old smoke. The wool is worn thin at the elbows. The buttons are missing. You sew them on with thread pulled from your own hair. The room is small. The walls are white. The air is cold. You sit in the corner. Your knees are drawn to your chest. The...

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