The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed upon the landscape, a heavy, gray curtain drawn by indifferent hands. I walked the ridge with the weight of the old rifle against my back, a familiar pressure that had become part of my anatomy. The mud was deep, sucking at my boots with a wet, viscous sound. I was a man who measured distance in yards and threat levels in seconds. My name was...

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