The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The frost had eaten the glass. It was a white, jagged thing. It spread across the windowpane like a disease. I watched it grow. It was beautiful. It was cold. My hands shook. I held the cup of tea. The steam rose and died. "Thomas," I said. He did not look up. He was carving the wood. The knife moved in small, precise arcs. *Tick. Tick. Tick.* "The frost is coming in," I said. "It is only...

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