The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The coat was red. Not crimson. Not scarlet. Red. It hung on the hook by the door. It hung there for three days. It hung there for three years. Elias touched the fabric. The wool was thick. It was heavy. It smelled of dust. It smelled of time. He was a scholar. He studied the past. He studied the words of the dead. He believed in order. He believed in hierarchy. He believed in the throne. The...

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