The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The coat is gone. You know this with a certainty that precedes thought, a hollowing out of the chest that feels less like grief and more like amputation. It is a Tuesday in late November, the air in Millhaven sharp enough to bite the skin, and you are standing before the mirror in the parlor, your fingers trembling as they reach for the hook where the garment once hung. The wood is bare. The...

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