The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain hits the mud. It is cold. You are cold. You stand at the edge of the town square. The water runs in rivulets. It smells of rot and wet wool. You wear the uniform. It is heavy. The brass buttons are dull. They do not shine. You do not shine. The town is small. It is gray. The houses lean in. They look tired. The windows are dark. No one is awake. Or no one wants to be seen. You walk....

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