The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Chapter One Edna Tillman, forty-two, smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of oxidizing iron, a scent that clung to the collar of her coat like a stubborn stain that no amount of scrubbing could lift. I woke with the taste of black ink on my tongue, a premonition of the work’s physical toll that left me gasping in the thin air of my rented room, where the plaster walls wept...

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