The Distant Whispers

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The coat was heavy. It hung on the hook by the door, a dark mass of wool that seemed to absorb the light from the single bulb. Elias stared at it. He knew the weight of it. He knew the smell of damp wool and old tobacco that clung to the lining. It was his father’s coat. Or rather, it was the coat his father had worn the day he died. No, that was a lie. His father had died in the hospital, in a...

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