The Faded Sutra
The rain hits the shingles of the community center with a rhythmic, percussive force, a sound you have learned to decode as a warning system for your own nervous breakdown. You are sitting in the back row of the lecture hall, the plastic seat cold against your spine, listening to Dr. Aris Thorne explain the structural integrity of the town’s historical archives. He speaks of load-bearing walls...
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