The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The man walked alone. The road was long. The sky was gray. He carried a bag. The bag was heavy. It held his books. It held his notes. It held his life. He was a scholar. He knew things. He knew them well. He knew the old ways. He knew the new ways. He knew the difference. He knew the cost. He walked on. The wind blew. The wind was cold. It cut through his coat. It cut through his skin. He did...

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