The Faded Sutra
Could a man’s love be measured in the weight of a stolen manuscript? Act I‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌⁠​⁠⁠‍​‍‌‌​‍‌‍⁠‌⁠​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌‍‌⁠​‌‍​‌⁠‌‍‍‍‍​⁠​​​‌‍‍⁠​​⁠‌‍‌⁠⁠‍‍ Ernestina Talamantes woke from a dream of drowning in dry sand, the taste of chalk dust coating her tongue, and knew that the committee vote was three days away. She was forty-two, a philologist who had spent twenty years decoding the Faded Sutra,...
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