The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The coat was gone. Or rather, the idea of it was gone. Elias stood in the grey light of the university courtyard. He held a cup of cold coffee. It burned his fingers. He did not move. Around him, the students flowed like a river of wool and noise. They spoke of the war. They spoke of the peace. They spoke of nothing at all. The coat had been his for thirty years. It was heavy. It smelled of old...

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