The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-18 12:17:22 -

The coat hung in the dark. It was a heavy thing. Wool. Black. It smelled of smoke and old dust. Elias stood before it. He did not move. His breath fogged in the air. The workshop was cold. The fire had died. He was a tailor. He had been a tailor for forty years. His hands were stiff. His back ached. He looked at the coat. It was his coat. The one he wore every day. The one that kept him warm....

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