The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The ink on the ledger was wet, a slick, viscous black that smelled of wet dog hair and old copper, and I pressed my thumb into the entry for the third time that hour, feeling the heat rise from the page like steam from a fresh kill, a burn that started in the dermis and settled deep into the bone, a pain that did not fade but calcified, turning the flesh of my palm into something harder and...

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