The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The bread had gone soft in the center, yielding to the thumb with a wet, sighing compression that reminded me of the flesh of a bruised peach, or perhaps a swollen, diseased limb. I held it up to the grey light filtering through the high, barred window of my cell, turning it slowly. The crust was dark, brittle, and cracked. Inside, the crumb was pale, uneven, and weeping. It was the only thing...

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