The Distant Garden

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The coat was blue. It had been blue for ten years. The dye had bled into the wool, creating a topography of faded indigo and gray. I had washed it until the fabric thinned to a gossamer whisper. I had patched it until the patches were larger than the original cloth. It was my armor. It was my skin. Without it, I was naked. My name is Elias Vane. I am a scholar of textile history. I know the...

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