The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

In the dream, the paper was a bill, though the ink had turned to green moss. I held it up to the grey light of the attic, where the air was thick with the smell of dried leaves and old dust. The total was impossible, a sum of years rather than pounds, and my hands, which felt stiff as wire in the sleep, trembled as I tried to fold it. I woke with the dampness of the dream still clinging to my...

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