The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The first death in the cloister was not a man, but a sparrow, its wings stiff and black as dried blood against the white stone of the refectory floor. I watched the Abbot sweep it away with a broom, his face a mask of stone, and in that moment I knew that the decay had entered our walls, and that my youth, sharp and bright as a blade, was the only thing that could cut it out. I was twelve years...

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