The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The clock on the wall of the Censor’s Office ticked with the heavy, rhythmic thud of a hammer striking an anvil. I counted the seconds between each strike, a habit formed during the long, silent hours of the night shift when the only sound was the hum of the ventilation shafts and the distant, grinding roar of the printing presses below. Forty-two years old, and my knees ached with a dull,...

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