The Wistful Incense

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The coat hung on the hook by the door. It was a heavy thing, charcoal wool, thick enough to muffle the wind. Elias stood before it. His hand hovered near the lapel. The fabric smelled of dry cleaning and old paper. He had worn it for thirty years. It was not just a coat. It was his skin. It was the armor he had built against the world. The world was cold. The world was wrong. Elias knew this....

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