The Faded Masquerade

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The coat was red. That is the first thing I must tell you. Not the mud, not the blood, not the way the snow had turned to slush in the gutters of Millhaven. The coat was red. It hung on the back of a chair in the parlor, stiff with frost and the smell of coal smoke. I looked at it, and I felt the floor tilt. Margaret stood by the window. She did not turn around. She knew I was there. I always...

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