The Faded Sutra
You wake to the sound of the fountain, a rhythmic, liquid sighing that has become the metronome of your sleepless nights. The water is clear, almost painfully so, rushing over stones that have been polished smooth by decades of neglect and recent, frantic restoration. You are in the atrium of the St. Jude’s Community Center, a building that once housed the city’s most prestigious orphanage and...
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