The Faded Chronicle
The wool coat had a specific weight. It was not heavy, exactly, but it possessed a density that required the wearer to adjust his posture. It was a charcoal grey herringbone, tailored with a precision that spoke of a different era, a time when clothing was constructed to endure rather than to be discarded. Elias Thorne held the garment on a hanger in the center of his studio, standing alone in...
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