The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

My hands shook as I poured the tincture into the glass vial, the liquid viscous and dark as old blood. The air in the clinic was sterile, smelling of antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that always accompanied a session. I was forty-two years old, a licensed medium with a license that hung on the wall behind me, framed in oak, and a wife who was dying in the next room. Mara’s...

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