The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You are in the room. The walls breathe. Stone. Cold. Wet. The damp rises from the floor. It clings to your skin. It seeps into the bones. You do not shiver. You have stopped shivering. You are still. The stillness is heavy. It presses against your chest. You hold the book. It is small. Leather bound. The cover is soft. It has worn smooth. You run your thumb over the spine. The leather whispers....

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