The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The foundation cracked. Not a hairline fracture. A snap. A violent, wet tear through the limestone. Dust billowed. The smell of wet earth and old rot hit the nose first. Then the sound. A groan from the deep strata. The house was settling. Or dying. Arthur stood in the hall. His shoes were bare. The floor was cold. He looked up. The ceiling was gone. Not fallen. Just absent. The sky was there....

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