The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The knife was dull. It scraped against the bone with a sound like a nail on a chalkboard. I hated the sound. I hated the way the marrow wept, pale and thick, onto the white tile. "You’re doing it wrong," said a voice. It was wet. It dripped. I didn’t look up. I kept scraping. "Shut up, Thomas." "Look at me. Look at what you are." I looked. The kitchen was gone. The tiles were gone. The sky...

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