The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The salt marsh outside the pueblo had gone silver in the dusk, a flat expanse of mud and brine that smelled of rotting kelp and old iron, and it was there, in the damp air that clung to the wool of her uniform, that Sergeant Ernestina Villaseñor first noticed the tremor in the hands of the man she was about to arrest. She had come for the unlicensed sutras, the folded paper leaves that the...

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