The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The iron gate shudders under your fists. You are bleeding. Not much, but enough to stain the white cotton of your shirt with rust-colored maps of pain. Your knuckles are split. The metal is cold, indifferent, slick with the rain that has fallen since dawn. You do not stop. You cannot stop. The rhythm of your breathing is a war drum, short and sharp. In. Out. In. Out. Thomas sees you. He stands...

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