The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You wake with the taste of copper and old rain in your mouth. The cell is not a room, but a mouth. It has swallowed you whole. The walls are damp, breathing a cold that settles into your marrow, a humidity that feels less like water and more like the exhalation of something ancient and indifferent. You are not a man here. You are a specimen. You are a mistake to be corrected by the...

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