The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The silk dress was black. It hung on the hanger in the center of the room, suspended by a single brass hook. I had bought it for the Gala. I had spent three weeks fitting it, three weeks shrinking my body to fit the fabric. Now, it was just a thing. A dark shape against the beige wall. I stared at it. The air in the apartment was still. It was 3:00 AM. The city outside was silent, or so it...

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