The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The debt collector’s voice was thin, stretched over the line like old wire, and he recited the figure with the mechanical precision of a man reading a price list for meat. "Seventeen thousand, four hundred and twelve. That’s the total. We have the writ ready, Cormac. Your father’s pension is frozen. The house is up for auction on the fourteenth." The phone that only rang from debt collectors...

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