The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The wind does not ask permission to enter, nor does it offer an apology when it tears the last strip of warmth from your skin, and you stand there, in the middle of the white, silent expanse, where the horizon dissolves into a fog so thick it feels less like weather and more like a physical wall of milk and ash, and you are not thinking about the cold, though it is a living thing, biting into...

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