The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

"My hands are clean." The words hung in the air of the mill office. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of afternoon light. I looked at Thomas. He sat behind the desk. His face was a mask of polite confusion. "You say that?" "I do." I held up my right hand. It was open. The palm was pale. The fingers were long. They were still. "Then why is the mud still there?" I looked at the floor. A dark...

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