The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The printing presses in the Calcutta district groaned under the weight of the thaw, a low, mechanical moan that vibrated through the soles of every boot on the dock. The river floated the barges high, lifting the city off its muddy foundations, and the air tasted of wet iron and decaying seed husks. In the shadow of the great telephone exchange, where the cords hung like the intestines of a...

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