The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The needle hit the vein on the second try. Marcus felt the cold flood his arm. It was a clean hit. Professional. He checked the bag. The drip rate was set. He looked at the patient. The man was asleep. Or pretending to be. Marcus turned to the door. He left the room. He walked down the hallway. The linoleum was sticky. It had that smell. Old coffee and floor wax. The building was a repurposed...

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