The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The room smelled of wet wool and old dust. It was the kind of damp that settles into the bones, a physical weight. I stood by the window. The glass was fogged. Outside, the rain tapped a rhythm against the pane. Tap. Tap. Tap. It sounded like a clock. Or a heartbeat. I watched the water run down the glass. It blurred the street below. The street was empty. No cars. No people. Just the gray wash...

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