The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The bottle was cold in your hands, the glass slick with condensation that smelled faintly of turpentine and stale sweat, a scent that had soaked into the pores of your skin over the last three shifts at the Halloway Chemical Works. You held it up to the grey light filtering through the factory window, watching the thick, black syrup swirl inside, a liquid so viscous it moved like molten tar,...

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