The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The coat was too heavy for the season, a thick wool thing the color of dried blood that I had found in the back of the closet where it had hung, forgotten, for three years, its buttons popping off one by one like teeth falling from a jaw that had stopped caring to keep its shape together, and I had taken it with me onto the train because I knew, with a certainty that felt less like intuition...

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