The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dream was a wet thing, a slick and sliding mass of grey wool that smelled of lanolin and old pennies, and it wrapped itself around Thomas Bradshaw’s ankles as he tried to pull himself out of the cellar of the textile mill, a place that had been bricked up forty years ago and yet whose dampness seemed to seep through the floorboards of his own sleeping mind with a persistence that defied the...

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