The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You wear the coat. It is heavy. Wool. Dark green. The threads are fraying at the cuff. You pull them. One snaps. Another. The fabric sighs. It is your skin. It is your name. You are Eleanor. You are in the town of Oakhaven. The air is thin. The light is gray. The party is loud. Music thumps in your chest. It is a low, rhythmic thud. Like a second heart. You stand in the corner. You hold a...

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