The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

I kept the root in a jar. It was a thick, twisted thing. Dark as old blood. It smelled of wet earth and rot. I had dug it up from the garden behind the chapel. The soil there was heavy. It clung to my fingers. I scrubbed them clean. I scrubbed until the skin peeled. I still felt the grit. Thomas watched me from the doorway. He did not speak. He never spoke much. He stood there with his arms...

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