The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The water rises. It is black. It smells of iron and old rain. You stand in the cellar. Your boots are soaked through. You do not shiver. You are a man who has forgotten how to shiver. The ceiling is low. The stones are wet. You hold the jar. It is heavy. It is warm. It pulses. Like a heart. Like a lung. You are a guard. Or you were. The uniform is torn. The badge is gone. The town above is...

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