The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The frost took the orchard first. Then the fence. Then us. My name is Elias. I live here. I am a clerk. I file papers. I pay bills. I keep the house. The house is old. Stone. Cold. It sits on the hill. The land is dead. Gray. Silent. I have a sister. Her name is Clara. She is gone. She left. Or I lost her. It does not matter. I remember the day the frost came. It was Tuesday. I was at work. The...

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