The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dream is always the same. I am standing in a field of grey ash. The sky is the color of a bruised plum. I am holding a rifle. The stock is smooth under my cheek. It is warm. I fire. The sound is a crack, sharp and clean. No one is there. I am alone. The ash swirls up around my boots. I wake up in the cell. The light is thin. It cuts through the slats in the window. It lands on the floor. It...

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