The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Marta woke with the taste of copper in her mouth. The dream was still there. Thick. Heavy. A red brick wall, crumbling into dust. She spat. The taste remained. "Up," said a voice. Not a voice. A vibration in the floorboards. Marta sat up. Her office chair creaked. It was an old chair. The leather was peeling. It smelled of stale coffee and dry rot. She looked at the desk. A single apple sat in...

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