The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The brass bell above the door of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Insane had been struck a thousand times before you arrived, but today it sounded like a dying animal. You stood in the lobby, mud caking the hem of your tweed coat, the air thick with the smell of boiled cabbage and damp wool. Your father, Silas, was in Room 402. He had been there for three years, ever since the factory floor gave way...

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