The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain hammered against the asphalt of 5th Street, turning the gutters into brown rivers that smelled of rust and old copper. You stood in the center of the intersection, your uniform soaked through, the fabric heavy and cold against your skin like a second, unwilling skin. Your partner, Elias, lay behind you. He had not moved for three minutes. The sirens wailed in the distance, a discordant...

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