The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The sky over Millhaven did not fall so much as it peeled. One moment, the Tuesday afternoon was a standard gray, the kind that made the slate roofs of the row houses look like damp bread. The next, a sound like tearing silk ripped through the air, and the clouds above the church steeple split open to reveal a void that was not black, but a bright, blinding white. It hung there, suspended,...

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