The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The house breathed. That is the only word for it. It expanded and contracted in the cellar walls. It sighed through the floorboards. I felt it in my teeth. I felt it in the hollow of my throat. I am the caretaker. That is my title. That is my prison. I live in the shadow of the manor. I keep the lights low. I keep the dust thin. I keep the silence thick. The town calls me mad. They say I talk...

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