The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain against the window of the truck cab was a relentless, gray static, blurring the world into a smear of mud and wet asphalt. I drove with my hands loose on the wheel, feeling the vibration of the engine travel up through my palms, a physical reminder that I was still solid, still here, while the rest of my life seemed to be dissolving into the mist. The cargo in the back was not what it...

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