The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain against the glass of the community center felt less like weather and more like a persistent, cold accusation, a rhythmic tapping that seemed to count the seconds remaining in the life of the building, a place where the air smelled of damp wool, old floor wax, and the faint, sweet rot of flowers that had been left in the vases for too long, a scent that clung to the back of the throat...

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