The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The glass vial was cold against the palm of your hand, the liquid inside a deep, viscous black that seemed to absorb the light from the gas lamp. You held it up to the window of the apothecary, watching the way the ink-like substance swirled, defying the gravity that should have pulled it to the bottom. It was a Tuesday in November, 1912, and the smell of the shop was thick with camphor, dried...

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