The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A gray, suspended mist clung to the eaves of the asylum, dampening the stone into a slick, breathing skin. I pressed my hand against the window. Cold bit through my glove. Inside, the ward was silent. Too silent. The air tasted of rotting lilies and antiseptic, a sharp, medicinal tang that coated the back of my throat. I was looking for a recipe. Or so I told...

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