The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The cold bites through your wool. You are small. The room is a box of stone and shadow. You sit in the corner. Your feet are bare. The floor is hard. You do not move. You are seven years old. Your name is Thomas. You are not a boy. You are a mouth. You are a throat. You are the place where the sound dies. Your mother stands by the window. She is tall. Her back is to you. She wears a dress of...

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