The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The mortar in my mortar was a mixture of chalk and lime, a substance that had the weight of bone and the dryness of a winter that never seemed to end. I ground the herbs in the corner of the infirmary, a room that smelled of mildew and stale sweat, where the air hung thick with the unspoken grievances of the men who lay on the straw pallets. I was not a physician, nor was I a priest, but I was...

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