The Faded Frontier

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The coat hung on the hook by the door. It was wool. Dark gray. Heavy. It had belonged to his father. Now it belonged to no one. Silas stood before it. His hands shook. He touched the lapel. The fabric was cold. He pulled his arm through the sleeve. It did not fit. It hung loose. A shroud for a ghost. "Again," he said. His voice was a rasp. Outside, the rain fell on the cobblestones. The gas...

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