The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The dampness in Oakhaven is not merely moisture but a living thing, a viscous fog that seeps into the joints of the bones and the pores of the skin, carrying with it the scent of coal smoke and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. I sit in the corner of my cramped office, the rain lashing against the single pane of glass, my hands wrapped around a fern that should be dead by all botanical...

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