The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The scan gun beeped, a flat, digital chirp that cut through the humid air of the warehouse. Amparo Zepeda adjusted the dead man’s work gloves on her hands, the leather stiff and cracked from years of other people’s labor, and slid the next crate onto the conveyor. She was thirty-four, and the light in the loft above the garage was failing, the late afternoon sun slicing through the tin roof in...

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