The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Dolores Bermudez stood in the queue for the parish registry, the smell of damp wool and rotting mangrove mud thick in her nose, and knew the game was already lost. It was the still noon when nothing moves, the kind of heat that presses against the skin like a wet hand, and the lorry outside the window had been reversing for hours, a low, grinding moan that seemed to come from the earth itself....

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