The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The fire took the mill first. Then the houses. Then the memory of the town. I watched from the ridge. My hands were steady. I had trained them to be steady. For twenty years, I had held the staff. I had broken knees and ribs. I had bled on the cobblestones of Blackwood. I was a weapon. I was also a man. The smoke rose in a grey column against the blue sky. It did not smell like my father’s...

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