The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The fog had settled into the valley not like a weather event but like a slow, deliberate burial, erasing the horizon line until the world consisted only of the immediate, damp earth beneath my boots and the grey, suspended air that smelled of rotting pine and ancient stone. I had walked for three days, or perhaps it was four; time had lost its rigid architecture here, becoming a viscous fluid...

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