The Faded Sutra
The coat was red. Not a deep, wine red, but a bright, screaming vermilion. It looked ridiculous on me. I knew it looked ridiculous. I put it on anyway. "Who are you?" I asked the mirror. The mirror didn't answer. It just showed a woman with dirt under her fingernails and a face that had forgotten how to relax. I buttoned the coat to the chin. It felt tight. It felt like armor. It felt like a...
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