The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The glass shatters in the dream before you even wake. It is a sound like a scream, bright and jagged, piercing the grey silence of your bedroom in London. You open your eyes. The ceiling is white, unblemished, indifferent. But in your hand, you hold a shard of blue glass. It is cold, wet, and cuts into your palm, a thin red line blooming like a flower. You look at it. It is not glass. It is a...

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