The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ledger lay in my hands, heavy as a wet brick, its spine cracked and the pages fused together by decades of damp. I held it up to the fluorescent tube that buzzed above me, a sound like a trapped fly, and tried to separate the sheets without tearing the fragile paper. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time in the sub-basement of the State Repository had a way of pooling and...

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