The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You are asking me to leave the building today. Mr. Sterling’s voice had no heat in it, only the dry friction of paper sliding across a mahogany desk. I looked down at my hands, resting on the edge of my chair, and noted that the veins beneath the skin were pulsing with a rhythm that did not match my own heartbeat. It was a low, thrumming vibration, a hum that seemed to rise from the floorboards...

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