The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink is cold, Elias. You look up from the case. The letters are wet, black sludge pooling in the grooves of the brass matrix. It is 1912. The air in the basement of Blackwood & Sons Printers tastes of rust and stale tobacco. You are forty-two years old. Your hands are cracked, the skin peeling back from the knuckles in white strips that you peel away with your teeth, one by one, while you...

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