The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You dream of the wall. It is white. Too white. It stretches from the left eye of the street to the right, a blank slate waiting for the ink of your sin. You are small. The wall is large. In the dream, the air smells of wet chalk and iron. You reach out. Your fingers touch the surface. It is cold. It is solid. It is you. You wake up. The ceiling of your apartment in Millhaven is stained with a...

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