The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The coat was still warm when you found it, which was the first thing that didn’t make sense. You had been walking for three miles through the grey, wet dusk of Oakhaven, your breath forming small, futile clouds in the air, and your hands were numb. But the wool hanging on the branch of the dead elm was steaming. It was a coat of deep, arterial red, heavy and thick, smelling of lavender and old...

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