The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The coat was red. Not a bright red. Not the red of roses or stop signs. It was the red of dried blood. The red of old velvet worn thin by years of sitting in a dark chair. It hung on the hook in the entryway of the Town Hall. It had hung there for three years. Elias saw it every morning. He worked in the Records Office. Third floor. Windowless. The air smelled of dust and dry paper. He was a...

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