The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You dream of honey. Thick. Golden. Sticky. It coats your tongue. It clogs your throat. You swallow. It burns. You wake up. The taste remains. You are a professor. You teach history. You sit in a gray office. The walls are bare. The light is cold. It is modern. It is now. Your name is Elias. You are small. You are quiet. You are alone. You love a man. His name is Julian. He is tall. He is loud....

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