The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The jar shatters. You do not mean to break it. Your hand slips. The clay, ancient and black, bursts against the stone floor. It is not just clay. It is a life. It is a breath held too long. The smell rises. Sweet. Rancid. The scent of old bones and new blood. You are a merchant of remedies. You sit in the back room of the apothecary. The air is thick with dust and the dried smell of lavender....

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