The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

"Cut it off," the voice said. It was Claire’s voice. Smooth. Cold. The voice she used when she was counting the cost of the heating bill and finding it lacking. "Cut it off, Elias. You’re holding up the line." Elias pulled. His left hand was fused to the laminate desk. Not glued. Not taped. Fused. The skin of his palm had melted into the scratched surface, the veins in his wrist pulsing blue...

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