The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dream began with the weight of a single black feather, heavy as a lead shot, pressing against the inside of Thomas’s eyelids as he slept in the straw pallet of his cell, a prison that smelled of damp stone and the slow, sweet rot of old blood, which was not a smell he could wash away with the coarse water from the bucket by the door, nor could he scrub the image of the man who had condemned...

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