The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The town of Oakhaven had a smell. It was the scent of wet wool and old iron. It was the scent of things left too long in the dark. I knew this smell better than I knew the face of my wife. Her name was Clara. She had eyes the color of winter slate. She looked at me with a patience that felt like a weight on my chest. We lived in the house at the end of the street. The roof leaked in the corner...

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