The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The orchid sat on the mantelpiece. It was white. It did not fade. It never had. Margaret looked at it. She looked at the clock. The clock ticked. The orchid did not tick. It just breathed, in a way that was not quite breathing, but a slow, rhythmic expansion of light. "Beautiful," said Clara. She was standing by the window. The glass was fogged. Outside, the rain fell in sheets. Inside, the air...

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