The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain in Seattle does not fall so much as it hangs, a wet, gray veil that dissolves the boundary between the street and the sky, so that when you step out of the taxi at the corner of Fourth Avenue and Pine, you are not entering a city but stepping into a damp, breathing lung that smells of wet wool, old rain, and the faint, metallic tang of impending debt. You are Clara, and you are...

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