The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The river town wakes to the smell of rust and wet concrete. It is a place where the water is chained by locks, and the air tastes of diesel and old pennies. I am Isandro Renteria, and I am standing in the reclamation yard, holding a list of debts that weighs more than the iron beams around me. I need money. My mother is in the hospital, her lungs full of fluid, and the bills come in envelopes...

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