The Faded Road
The coat was green. Not the bright, aggressive green of new leaves or summer lawns, but a deep, bruised emerald that had faded over twenty years into something resembling dried moss or old seafoam. Elias wore it every day. It was wool, heavy and rough, with buttons that had gone cloudy with age. It smelled of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of the institution where he worked. The office...
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