The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The cellar smelled of wet wool and rotting turnips, a scent so thick and pervasive that it seemed to coat the back of my throat with a film of grey sludge, a physical weight that pressed against my ribs and made every breath a labor of conscious effort, forcing me to hold my tongue against the rising bile while I stared at the cracked clay pot on the floor, the one that had held the last of the...

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