The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain on the blacktop of the highway smelled of iron and old rust, a scent that seemed to permeate the very fibers of my wool coat and settle deep into the marrow of my bones as I watched the back of Sergeant Miller’s truck disappear into the grey fog of the valley, leaving me standing alone on the shoulder with nothing but the heavy, damp box in my hands and the absolute, crushing silence...

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