The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

I woke with the taste of iron and old wool in my mouth, the dream still clinging to me like a wet sheet, heavy and suffocating, where I was standing in a field of white ash, holding a cloak that was slowly unraveling into moths, and I knew, with a certainty that felt like a physical blow to the sternum, that I had let it go, that the thread had snapped not because I cut it, but because it had...

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