The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The coat was wool. Heavy. Dark green. It smelled of damp wool and old tobacco. Elias held it in his hands. The fabric was thin. Worn. The elbows were bare. The buttons were gone. Three missing. One cracked. It hung from his fingers like a dead skin. He sat in the office. The light was gray. The clock ticked. Tick. Tock. Tick. The walls were beige. The carpet was brown. The air was still. It...

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