The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The bread was dry. It had been dry for three days. I broke off a piece and chewed. The flavor was dust. The taste was ash. My brother, Thomas, sat across from me. He did not look at the bread. He looked at the wall. The wall was stone. The stone was old. The stone was cold. We were in the cellar. The cellar was deep. The door was locked from the outside. I could hear the footsteps above. Heavy...

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