The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dream was always the same, a gray and endless expanse of coal dust suspended in the air of the Manchester textile mills, a particulate fine enough to settle in the crevices of one’s soul, where I woke with the taste of iron and old sweat on my tongue, the year being 1912 and the silence in the dormitory of St. Jude’s Orphanage so heavy it felt less like an absence of sound and more like a...

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