The Pale Exile
The coat was blue. That is the first thing you must know. It was a simple wool coat, navy blue, with a high collar and buttons that had worn smooth. You wore it every day. You buttoned it to the chin. The town of Oakhaven did not know why. They only knew that the man who ran the gym on Main Street never took it off. Not when it rained. Not when the heat pressed against the windows in August....
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