The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

In the dream, the snow does not melt. It accumulates with a silent, mechanical persistence, burying the iron railings of the courtyard until only the tops of the spikes remain, like the teeth of a giant jaw. You are standing on the black ice, your boots sinking slightly, the cold a physical weight against your shins that feels less like temperature and more like judgment. Above you, the sky is...

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