The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The mist in the valley did not behave like water; it behaved like a living membrane, thick and opaque, pressing against the glass of my car windshield with a persistent, wet insistence that felt less like weather and more like an interrogation. I had driven for three days without seeing another soul, the road a gray ribbon unraveling through a landscape that seemed to have been stripped of its...

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