The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ledger was red, and my father’s voice was louder than the crackle of the fire, which had been fed with the last of the dry oak from the south barn. "You think you can buy the land with numbers, Elias? You think the soil cares for your yield-per-acre?" He stood at the head of the table, a man of seventy years who had not walked unaided in three months, yet who commanded the room with the...

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