The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The hall is full. You stand by the door. Your hands are wet. Not with sweat. With blood. It dries black on your cuffs. The wine is red. The meat is red. The faces are pale. You are the Captain. You are the shield. They call you the Stone. You do not flinch. You do not blink. The fire crackles. The candles sputter. A servant brings a plate. You do not eat. You watch. The laughter is loud. It...

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