The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You wake in a dream where the air tastes like copper and old rain. It is heavy. Thick. You cannot breathe it in without choking. There is a sound. A low hum. It vibrates in your teeth. In your bones. You are standing in a field. The grass is tall. It reaches your waist. It is golden. Dead. You look down. You are wearing a coat. It is blue. Not navy. Not denim. A bright, electric, impossible...

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