The Faded Sutra
The ledger had forty-three entries, each one written in a script that seemed to shift and rearrange itself when I looked away, a phenomenon that I noted in my log with the same detached precision I applied to counting the hours of my shift, the sacks of contraband we seized, and the coins we confiscated, though the act of recording these anomalies felt increasingly like an exercise in futility...
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