The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The house stood in the center of the field like a monument to a crime that had never been tried, its white clapboard siding peeling away in long, sickly strips that flapped against the wind with the sound of dry bones cracking. I had returned to the estate of my late mother, Eleanor Fairchild, not to sell it, as my father had commanded, but to understand it, for I was the only one of her...

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