The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The bell rang. It was a dull sound, like a stone hitting mud. Elias stood by the door. He held a box. The box was small. It was made of dark wood. The wood was smooth. He had sanded it for three days. His hands were raw. They were red and cracked. He did not care. He looked at the clerk. The clerk looked at the floor. Elias was a carver. He carved wood. He carved small things. Keys. Handles....

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