The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and old sweat. Miles stood by the window. He watched the rain. It hit the glass. Hard. Fast. "You look like a ghost, Miles." Captain Vance sat at the head table. He chewed. His jaw moved. Up and down. "I am fine, sir." "Are you?" Vance poured wine. Red. Dark. Like blood. He pushed the glass toward Miles. "Drink." Miles did not move. "Drink, Sergeant."...

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