The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The fox sat in the center of the square, its coat a dull, matted brown that seemed to absorb the grey light of the afternoon, and I stood ten paces away with my hands locked behind my back, feeling the sweat prickle under the starch of my collar as I waited for the crowd to finish screaming. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days had blurred into a single, suffocating loop of grey...

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