The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The coat was red. It had been red for forty years, a shade so deep it resembled dried blood or the inside of a pomegranate. Elias wore it every day. He wore it to work at the mill, where the air smelled of wet wool and rust. He wore it to the church on Sundays, where the pews creaked under the weight of judgment. He wore it when he buried his wife, and he wore it when he watched his daughter...

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